I may not be impressive.
I may not have done anything noteworthy with my life, thus far.
I may never have been that girl who raised her hand in school, or volunteered to be a project leader, or team captain.
I may never have been that girl who got A's in every class, who listened and contributed to each and every topic of conversation, who then paved a jealous worthy path to an amazing career.
I may never have been that girl who people flocked too, or whose attention they craved, or whose every word they hung off.
And I may never have been that girl who did anything fast, who could think on her feet and be the hero of any given circumstance.
No. That girl has never been me.
But does that mean my life will never amount to anything?
Just as the mother bird sits on her eggs, patiently waiting for them to incubate and hatch. Just as the chick knows exactly when the time is right to crack open its shell.
Such is the path I follow.
I am like the chick inside that egg, the universe my mother. And when the timing is right I WILL peck my way out.
But until that moment, please don't ask me what I'm doing with my life.
Clearly, I'm incubating.
(Written July 19th, 2014. Read live by me on August 27th, 2016 at Camp GLP... a video recording of this can be viewed publicly on Facebook).
Little picture moments. Stories of a Lifetime