renaissance

“It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.” ~ Alan Cohen

I'm confused by what I am feeling and witnessing myself become...and scared. at least on some level.  I've always had a very good head on my shoulders and feet planted deeply into the ground. but I admit: I am now confused, more confused than I have ever been. and on so many levels.
Some people would call it a crisis of faith. It is not. If anything it is an overall eureka moment, a renaissance of the heart, mind and soul. It is almost rebellious, revolutionary in nature, the feeling that I experience. Mind you, I have never been one to be told how or what to think. I have always reserved that right exclusively to myself. But recently, this has taken a life of its own.
I've started blogging, returned to my long-lost love of writing poetry, managed to find the will to reclaim the body of my youth and lost forty pounds in the process... I guess, in the eve of turning thirty three, I must have found my voice, my identity. While still on an ongoing odyssey to enlightenment, my new persona is taking shape. This is not happening without sacrifice or some disapproval being voiced. The old does not like the new.
But I have found myself in the midst of this. and I like what I see...