(Written on a big white plane 30,000 ft. in the sky en route TN > CO)

 

There is something about being 30,000 ft. in the air, above the earth that reminds me I’m apart of something much bigger.

 

Giddiness fills the pit of my stomach every time I arrive at an airport. It’s the feeling of adventure and a promise of experiencing something new. I was twenty-one the first time I flew alone. That was the day I truly felt like an independent woman.

 

Traveling alone still gets me amped and a little nervous.

 

The acceleration of the machine, much bigger and more complex than my brain will ever understand, takes off and I get pressed back into my seat.

 

I make my silent peace with God that I am His property and His will will always be done. This makes me feel better if a crash landing or all out free fall is involved. That last sentence sounds like something my mother would say. I mean that in the most loving way possible, too.

 

My nerves always settle and I allow myself to finally look out the window. Mismatched sized, technicolor squares cover the ground below and houses look like ants.

 

Here are my thoughts as I stared out the rectangular double pained window:

 

Someone thought the impossible was possible. That we could fly. That something could be built to house a hundred people to sit next to each other, strangers nonetheless, to fly across the world.

 

I’m sure the Wright Brothers were ridiculed for their faith in flight. But the Greats are always told they are crazy. That they will never succeed, their dreams are too big, too unrealistic, and will cost too much money to ever take form.

 

Wake up call: Your time here is limited.

 

Will you deprived yourself of seeing the world because you’re scared to fly?

 

Will you push aside your aspirations to sacrifice for those who don’t deserve it?

 

Will you let the words of others hold you back from achieving true greatness?

 

For the sake of being dramatic, say allowed to yourself right now, “No I will not.”

 

 

The first step in chasing fearlessly after what you want, is actually deciding to do so. And that takes courage.

 

Do it. Chase it. Conquer it. Share it. Love it. Live it.

 

The only thing that is worse than never trying is the regret that will fill your heart and steal your joy if you don’t. I write this to you, but I’m speaking to myself as I write.

 

Sometimes, I lose sight of my vision. I get angry that I’m not where I see myself, only to be reminded that I still have so much to learn and do before I ever get to where I’m going. But that doesn’t make the journey any easier.

 

I seem to lose sight of my vision and forget my flight plan.

 

So right now, I’m gonna’ fly. Will you?