After YOU.

BY DAVIDIAN LYON

In true Ouroboros-like fashion, I, along with many of you I presume, seem to be in a continual transition, from caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly to caterpillar again (ad infinitum). 

Sometimes we are stuck in a thick cocoon we have built around us and the real healing and transition comes from eating our way out of that protective layer, that keeps us small and trapped and earthbound.  Our cocoon is necessary, as we are announcing to ourselves that we are done living as what we are, and taking the necessary steps to separate, but I do not see the cocoon as the reason or catalyst for our transformation, as much as it is a hurdle we must overcome to become our next iteration.  

Rarely, if ever, do you hear about would-be butterflies who stay trapped in the cocoon, thinking any day now, the cocoon will dissolve. The walls, indeed, may start to weaken and peel away, like wet wallpaper, but one can grow accustomed to its womb-like isolation, and remain still and fetal, never even pressing against the paper-thin prison.

As a 6, who’s been in a cocoon of sorts for 20+ years, and nearly done “roofing it”, I am feeling the slow ache of new muscles starting to form, but with no real room yet to flex them. I, too, have become used to my confinement, but I’m nearing the end of my sentence now, and with a somewhat nervous hopefullness, looking forward to life on the outside.

How many of you are 6s, who can relate to the Stockholm-Syndrome-like uncertainty of leaving your rooftop captivity?

P.S. If you do not know whether or not you are a 6, let us know, and we’ll show you how to find out.