The time has come for her to make a decision. She stands at the crossroads. Will she shed the years of girlishness and accept maturity with grace? Or will she flee all responsibilty, embracing the world of frivolity that she does not want to leave. Because that is question, isn’t it? Can we recognize it when one stage of our life is coming to an end? Can we embrace a new beginning even while plagued with doubt? Do we feed the doubt by listening to others? Or hang on to that which we know and are comfortable with?
What will she do? Grasp at the past with clawing, wild fingers? Or embrace a new future with unflinching arms, secure in the knowledge that her past is only a small portion of who she is. Sometimes we just need to move on in order to meet ourselves.
This post features Young Priestess, painted by William-Adople Bouguereau (1825-1905)