Like a snail with one eye peeking out – maybe – depending on how ‘safe’ it is.

Thing is being a snail I attempt to avoid a lot of what is going on within me and around me.

I think I am all tucked up and ‘safe’ in my little shell. I convince myself of this in fact. I don’t realise that every hungry bird about me can see me and if they wanted could pick me up take me high in the air and drop me somewhere smashing my ‘safe’ house and destroying me.

I feel that one day I may be like the last snail (in the image below) and not even need my house.

I will be my true, authentic self and not the scared one eye peeking out terrified snail I am now.