One thing must end in order for another to begin.

I am nearly to the other side of the river.
I have slowly, carefully, gradually made my way across, seeking the ‘right’ stepping stones to help me across.

As I make my way, I am aware that I am leaving something behind – something old, familiar, like a comfortable (if worn out) pair of shoes.

Is it time to leave it behind? To shed it, like the butterfly leaves its chrysalis?

Something new.