A fig tree project is an idea.
On my own path to self-determination, I’ve stumbled and floundered indecisively. I have felt the pressure of needing to determine where my life was going to go and the fact that I can’t live multiple lives at once. In appropriating this metaphor from a famous literary passage, I’ve taken the idea of being at a difficult crossroads in one’s life and transformed it into an empowering tool for myself.
A fig tree project is ongoing.
Over and over again, we must affirm who we truly are.
I am a writer. Most importantly, with this project, I am the writer that I want to be.
A fig tree project is a refusal to let go of the person you always wanted to be. It’s an idea, an exercise, a mindset. Above all, a fig tree project is a reminder that not all dreams are doomed to shrivel and fall like unpicked fruit to the ground.
This is mine.
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.
“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar