I am metamorphasizing, if that's a word. If it isn't, it should be a word. .

I feel like I'm on the cusp of a grand spiritual, physical, mental revelation. At any second, the skies will open, lightbulbs will burst, the earth will sing, and I'll Get Something Important. I feel as if everything around me is holding its collective breath, waiting for me to figure it out.

Do I want inspiration? Do I want revelation? Do I need sudden, perfect clarity? Is this so truly desirable? Do I get a choice?

Would you prefer to avoid the metamorphsis? Sometimes I think I would. I like being comfortable. I like knowing what I know. I hate change. I hate changing.

I love change. I want to grow. I want to be. I embrace my contradictions. I revel in them. I hate change. I love change. This is me. I accept. And I don't accept.

Stand on the edge of a crevice. Leave one foot on the ground. Move to step into open air. You stand on the edge of inspiration.

Do you open your eyes?

Will I?