Acorn or Oak Tree
I have this fear that I won’t get to live the life that I actually want to live. That I’m not special enough or talented enough or connected enough to get to where I really want to go.
But underneath that fear is a deeper one: the fear of becoming the woman that such a life requires.
Because staying small and holding onto excuses and letting other people run the show for me is a hell of a lot easier than putting myself into the arena and actually trying.
But the former has now lost all its appeal.
I am the acorn who is ready to become the oak tree. I must break open and expose all of my insides. I must say goodbye to my former comforts. And I must trust in the non-linear process of growth and maturity.
Because how much more beneficial to the forest is a thriving oak tree than a scared little acorn?