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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.
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“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
