I finally found those "wings" I misplaced years ago. It was exciting! I immediately dusted them off and tried them on for size. They still fit. I couldn't have been happier if you'd whisked me off for an ocean vacation. Just wearing those wings again made me feel more alive than I had in a very long time.
However, every time I've attempted to fly since then, I've either fallen flat on my face, or have been unable to locate a space open enough to even allow me to "take off".
Everything in life seems to get in the way. Everywhere I turn there is yet another obstacle. Sometimes things come flying at me, out of nowhere, causing me to fall suddenly. Talk about pain.
Is there no way for me to succeed? Are some people simply destined to remain "on the ground"?
If only there were available flying lessons. I'd be the first one in line to sign up. Seriously.
Oh, well. I've taught myself a myriad of skills in the past. Why should this be any different? It's time to quit feeling sorry for myself. I'm not a helpless being. I'll keep plugging away as I always do. And, when I'm finally able to reach the bright expanse of blue sky (and someday I will indeed be able!), it will be that much more rewarding.
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