I'm a little worm, a moggot, a larva, and i'm spitting up all over myself. Making a mess, making myself a cacoon. It's time to change, to be reborn. I can no longer live my life crawling on the ground. I want to learn to fly, to be a beautiful butterfly (or a moth), and to pollinate flowers and stuff (whatever moths do). It's going to take some time to change, and I may be stuck in the same place for a while to do it. But a new day is upon me, and I refuse to be what I was.


(just finished my didactic, about to start my preceptorship. I'm loving it so far. But the real challanges lie ahead. Thing's are different this time.)