Planes and Airports

I love airports.  Planes?  Not so much.  They have lost their splendor in the move to be cost efficient.  However, I love to go places.  What is beautiful now is that I also look forward to coming home.  It wasn't that way for many years.  Too many to count. So many "lost" years. So many years of shame.  So many years of pain.  So many years of working so hard to please someone who found this person that I am inadequate, disappointing.  And now?  Now, I don't give a damn what he thinks.  My soul is free to love and give and enjoy.  My heart is at rest.
And here I am. I'm taking a trip.  I'm risking and being brave.  It is difficult after so many years of living all folded up.  Hard to stretch out my legs and arms and not panic.  The fetal position of protection becomes familiar and safe.  Anxiety ensues with impending change.  But I embrace the anxious thoughts.  Because I don't have to be in control or understand or get it.  God has me.  He made me.  He is leading.  He is cheering.  He loves me.  Me.  Just like I am.  And I marvel at that knowledge.
I get to meet a friend.  He provided that too.  Someone to help me learn to reach and try again.  To dream again.  So I will meet my friend when I arrive and we will enjoy the exhilaration of the moments together.

Blessings dear ones.  Find your wings.  Find who you were made to be.  Don't stay all rolled in a ball like a pill bug.  Stretch out.  Expose your vulnerable self.  And.......jump.  Life ends all too quickly.  Don't miss whatever it is that you are supposed to be or do.