Flux

Flux is a very interesting substance. I worked with it when I used to try to make stained glass pieces (pieces being the operative word here – that's about how they ended up). But flux is this stuff that starts out sort of like metal until you heat it. Then in becomes a liquid that is carefully positioned between metal pieces to join them together, which it actually does once it cools.

Because I've worked with it, I understand the use of the metaphorical use of the term flux as in "My life is in flux right now." My life is, actually, in a state of flux right now. Not the somewhat soft metal that it starts out as or the hardened joint connector, but the liquid in-between stage. I know I am not where I am going to be, nor am I this ambiguous, semi-soft being that I was. I am in a deciding sort of mode. I need to remember that I can stay in this state for as long as I need, until I am ready to become the person I will be, and find the purpose in my life that I will have. I'm not there yet, but I know that I will be. One day.