Monday, March 23, 2009

Flight

Somewhere in a distant memory I think I must have had wings. I can feel them. When there is a strong wind I can feel my feet lift off of the ground. When I feel happy I can feel them flap. And sometimes, when I am held down by gravity, I can feel my wings droop.

I mention this because I have been at my new job for almost seven months and I feel like my wings are at full strength and I am about to take flight. I am happy and appreciated and allowed to do creative things. This is a glorious feeling.

After seven years of feeling my wings clipped and tied because of depressing jobs and mean co-workers it is an amazing feeling to stretch my wings and be happy.

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings" -James Barrie