For me it means a new life, a new beginning. I think that after years of trying to please everyone else by being someone I'm not my butterfly was my gift to me for being me. It was spontaneous and it is beautiful and calm.
I didn't do this to go against my parents. I did it for me, and I love it.
(this might be Dad's first time to find out. Don't know if Mom told him. She wasn't too happy.)
I wasn't happy, but I'm not mad. And, yes, Daddy knows. I can't do anything about it now anyway, so being mad doesn't do any good. You are an adult now. Remember that when you run out of money!
Why didn't you get some color in it instead of a big black thing?
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Grace is the acceptance of that which is rejected. ~Paul Tillich
