I've gotten wind of something amazing. Magical, even. And as tangible and orange-delicious as a dish of sherbert.
It's a gift. For me. And soon. It's freedom.
I'll be able to create and explore ideas.
I won't be weighted to the ground with this necessary nonsense.

And until I officially can take flight, it's hard not to sit around and sigh and cry. I'm so excited. I'm so afraid. But mostly excited.