One day, while a man was working in his garden, he saw a beautiful, fat caterpillar crawling along a vine. It was moving very slowly and he decided to stop what he was doing to observe the little creature. To his amazement, the caterpillar began building his cocoon! Slowly, slowly, the caterpillar constructed a dark shell around his body, which eventually scrunched up into the tiny capsule.
The man checked the cocoon several times a day for the next few days. Finally, one of those days, he saw the cocoon twitching and realized the butterfly was about to come out. First, the top of the cocoon slowly cracked opened. Then a small antenna emerged. The butterfly was moving very slowly, and the man watched as the butterfly struggled immensely to push its large body, then the top of its wings out of the small opening in the cocoon. An hour went by as he watched the struggle.
It pained the man so much to watch this long struggle, so he decided he would help the butterfly. With a swift flick of his finger, he opened the rest of the cocoon, allowing the butterfly to easily slip out. Once out, the butterfly’s wet wings slumped over itself. It just sat there, not moving, still struggling to walk. During the next hour, the man could only watch as the butterfly died.
What the man didn’t realize was that the butterfly needed to go through that small hole in the cocoon, which effectively removes the fluid off the wings so that the butterfly can then open them and fly away to begin its life. The struggle was the most important part of becoming a butterfly.
I am in the midst of my own struggle – a struggle that I know I am definitely not alone. There is a multi-billion dollar industry surrounded around this struggle – my weight. Ok, I know, I just had a baby, but how long can I really use that as an excuse? I’ll go into more detail on another post, but I wanted to share my art journal entry about this issue – I am making many entries about this issue, and, at a minimum, I’m not eating while I’m arting.
I am struggling, but I realize that the struggle is a very important (maybe the most important) part of becoming a person who eats smaller portions, doesn't need dessert after every meal, and makes fruit and vegetables a larger portion of the foods I eat every day. Maybe your struggle isn't with weight, it's with figuring out what you want to do next in your life - careers, children or even combining the two. What are you struggling with that you just can't seem to acheive?
If I don't struggle, I will not learn. If I don't learn, I will make the same mistakes over again, and I will never fly.
So, as the journal layout says, I am still in my cocoon. I'm figuring it all out.