I once was lost, but now I'm found
I wandered into the wilderness as a lost, unidentified creature searching for a home and a purpose. I found myself migrating from the North to the South. Was I the only one experiencing a void in my life? What could I do to fill this empty space? What could I do to belong? After what seemed like years of searching, I discovered something: I was not alone. There were several of us out there searching together. Eventually, we found ourselves roaming to the same place: Quail Bell Magazine. That’s it! I’ve got it! I am a quail because I was one of many who migrates to where happiness and great things are found. Like a bell, I was hollow and waiting to be filled with new journeys and ideas. I belonged here for sure. However, that is not the end of my story.
The leader of our bevy called upon the new additions of the flock to join her along with another high esteemed member in traveling to what would be back up North for me. No one moved. Was I the only one thinking about how great of an opportunity this would be? Or the fact that moving where the work calls is a part of being a quail? I proudly addressed my leader, accepting her invitation to journey up North. And so it was set. I had four days to gather my belongings, thoughts, and ideas and join them on this exciting quest.
As the sun peaked its head up from the horizon, we set off on our adventure. To be honest, I was a bit nervous. I had just joined this bevy a few days earlier. What if I didn’t belong? What if I should not have come? But, I was taking a leap of faith. I learned how to fly. The wind of new experiences felt great against my feathers. I was cruising now. We arrived at our destination worn out and beat, yet we still mustered up the energy to explore our new home. We weren’t the big birds on deck anymore; Everyone and everything was bigger than us. I felt overwhelmed, but I carried on with my beak held high and my wings held back.
With this mentality, I embraced the new experiences as they came my way. I embraced new birds of different flocks even though their habitat and feathers were not like my own. I embraced my new home even though it was nothing like the nest I was used to hibernating in. Therefore, I left my comfort zone and I adapted to what was put before me. I was no longer nervous as time proceeded on during my time in this new place. Also, I no longer felt as if I was a small bird faced up against a kettle of vultures. Instead, I felt on top of the world. I gained enough confidence in my species to feel bigger than the vultures that lurked over me. I had slowly begin to morph into a natural quail.
The time had come for us to migrate back down South and a feeling of nostalgia entered into my spirits. I felt as if this was my new home. I had adapted so well and now I have to leave and start all over again. I looked to my leaders for guidance and they were fine with the move. I realized that I still have so much to learn as a Quail Bell(e). After we completed the journey back home, I said my farewells to my mentors. This was not goodbye forever, it was just goodbye long enough for me to go back to my nest and continue to grow. My hope is to one day be as strong and mighty as them. Until that day, I am happy that I have finally found my home. I am, in fact, a Quail Bell(e).