I don’t know what to say. This is an unusually experience for me. There are plenty of people who will tell you that I don’t always know the right thing to say. They will tell you that I am often too pithy, or too trite, or too snide, or too uncouth, or too inflammatory or too ingracious or too honest, but most will agree that I am rarely at an utter lack for words.

This weekend I endured, if that’s the best thing to call it, an experience that could be described by many adjectives. I’m going to choose transformative. I entered this weekend as a bit of a caterpillar. I was moving along, accomplishing what seemed to need to be accomplished, naively content with my worldview and life goals.

As the weekend progressed I made, with the help of some truly dedicated and selfless friends, some rather discomforting realizations. Suddenly my world of grass and dirt and branches was truly revealed to me, in all its gritty, slimy detail.

At that moment I realized that I’m not meant to be crawling around in the dirt and leaves; that with a good deal of effort and a little time, I could soon be flying brilliantly through the treetops, enjoying the full bounty of the world and adding to it myself.

But the metamorphosis is not instantaneous. Armed with my new paradigm I’ve now taken the first steps of my journey. For now I have become the pupa; outwardly quiet but inwardly alive with transformation, waiting to burst free and embrace the world.

In closing I’d like to apologize for my rather saccharine metaphor. I suppose it’s just one more adjective I should add to my list.

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