There’s a moment at conception when there’s no turning back.
We will be what we will be:
Then we go through an awkward gangly stage:
Then we’ll be what we’re meant to be:
It’s never too late to turn into who we are meant to be. Heck, I’m hot on the tracks of my meant-to-be right now. I figure if I keep going long enough I’ll make it. In the meantime, I’m honing my skills, taking plenty of dust baths and enjoying the company of my fine and not so fine feathered friends.
Even in my weakened state I find there is still a whole new world out there waiting to be discovered, to be tasted, to be loved. And I, for one, can’t wait to meet each day. How about you? How will you greet the day? What will you discover, taste and love? How will you give the self you are meant to be? However it is, I can’t wait to meet you there!