July 2, 2007

from a journal entry:

I think there is another me, the “real me”, that will be revealed only if I go somewhere else. And that I will sort of “shed my skin” in a different environment — I will no longer be the person who did the things I’ve done in the past. I can let go of all my baggage and be transformed, like a butterfly pushing its way out of a cocoon, to become something beautiful at long last. The person I want to be, but can’t seem to reach.

I’ve found through experience that physical movement doesn’t give the desired result! It requires a mental and emotional movement, which sort of doesn’t make sense but in a way it does.