Last year was like jumping off a cliff and seeing if I could fly. And for a while, I soared. I twirled and danced in midair, enjoying every moment of everything. But somewhere along the way, stress and disappointment and anxiety got caught up in the equation, and I started to drop.
And I’ve been slowly, slowly falling. I don’t know when I’ll hit the ground, or if I already have
But that’s not the issue.
The question is: Can I regain altitude after having fallen this far? Can I climb back into the sky and reach new heights I’ve never encountered before?
I suppose it’s about time I found out.