Where are you being a snail in your life, dragging around the old and familiar? Anxious not to pop out in case you get hurt, in case someone sees you, in case you actually do find something better on the other side and then don't know how to let go......too risky?
Really????
Is a period in a human life where the day to day feels far from comfortable, the equivalent of the stage when the caterpillar in the chrysalis turns to mush, and shortly afterwards emerges, in an array of colour and pattern to paint the world with magic?
The answer I came up with is, yes, I very much suspect so, and so thank you Universe for the rough patch.