I‘m in hermit mode right now.
I want to hide.
I don’t want the world to see me. I don’t want to express myself, and it’s not because I’m afraid. It’s because I’m going through a change, kind of like being in a cocoon transforming into a butterfly.
Yet, it’s given me the opportunity to learn what necessary stress I can and can’t take on. It’s like suddenly having a precise internal meter for what drains my energy. My body is starting to know. It’s been keeping score all along.
There’s wisdom in honoring these retreats into yourself (and also acknowledging when they’ve served their purpose). The butterfly emerges when it’s ready, not when the world demands it should.
Being in my body feels like a quiet acknowledgment right now.
That pull toward invisibility isn’t always about fear, is it? Sometimes it’s about transformation that demands privacy. A cocoon isn’t hiding – it’s protecting the messy, necessary dissolution happening inside.
One feels like necessary boundaries; the other feels like cutting off oxygen.
So, a gentle reminder that even in our most private of the most private transformations, we’re being woven into something larger.
