Metamorphosis or Bullfrogs and Butterflies

Today I got re-baptized. I was 7 years old the first time. I thought since my life is kind of starting over, I'd do it. My Mulligan, if you will. A symbolic act. But more than that. I needed to die to certain things in my life that were robbing me of joy. This is not a deep philosophical treatise or anything; nor am I going to theologize it. It was just a chance to publicly state that the old Ron is dead and gone and the new Ron is now emerging. I guess you could say it's like the catepillar/butterfly analogy; or the tadpole/bullfrog one (please no princess kissing frogs comments). Either way, there is a transformation that is taking place in me. I am not saying it is a different me. I am still me. I look the same, sound, the same, tell the same silly jokes (I do need to get some new material). There have been changes in me that I still coming to grips with. Obviously I am a single man now. But I am not talking about that. I just know I have been searching for answers to questions. For years, I was unable to get answers to the questions, but now the answers are becoming clear to me. It's like I finally wiped the steam off my glasses. What's that old song, "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone." By no means is the journey over. The transformation is a work in progress. But for the first time I feel like I'm actually on the right path. Where was GPS when I started this journey.