It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for a bird to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. ~ C.S. Lewis
Did you ever hide Easter Eggs inside on a rainy Easter Sunday and come up one short? You quit looking after a while. Then, a week or two later, there’s a smell like something has died under the sofa cushion. It’s a natural process: hide it, lose it, ignore it, forget about it and in time, it goes bad.
Hatching is harder. At the tip of a baby bird’s beak is a hard point called an ‘egg tooth’. When the bird starts to hatch, it uses this egg tooth to poke through the shell. It takes all of the muscles the tiny bird has to get out. But if it stays in its shell, it will surely ‘go bad’.
There are days I don’t feel like coming out of my shell. On an emotional level, if I’m feeling something negative, my instinct is to hide it, ignore it or deny it. I rebel against my own feelings. I thought I’d gotten better. I think I was just going through a smooth patch. A flash of anger or pain (physical or emotional) and I still try to sit on it, stuffing it back in my shell.
It isn’t even that I don’t know how to appropriately express those emotions. I taught it for 25 years. I taught it, but I didn’t practice it much. Here’s the problem: it gets so crowded with me and all those feeling in such tight quarters. It’s certainly not a place to fly. I have to break out or break down.
What are the options: hatch or go bad!