Learning How to Fly

This year I’ve been making a lot of promises to myself. Some, I thought, I couldn’t keep and some, I thought were just ridiculous but here I am, letting my mind spew out wishful thinking. I’ve been taught to only rely on oneself and that’s only a contradiction. I’ve been taught to love only yourself but to do that you need to love others. I’m awkward, you see, and I’ve been only gliding from tree to tree. At first, it was fear that was making all the choices for me, I was only taught how to survive. NOT to thrive. As a woman, we are told that we are useless after 25. If I hadn’t learned to fly, I would just drop until I seemed invisible and then I would be no longer alive.

Even though I don’t have wings, I’m flying when the rhythm takes me. I’m flying…


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