Spreading my wings.

Sometimes it's good to dwell in peace, to allow yourself to have time for yourself. To think deeply if one chooses to, to not think at all, to miss something or someone, to feel, to hear your heart speak. I think about people around me, people who surround my life, who love me, who care for me. People I love and care for. I think about how much each individual means to me. I think of my fiancee. I think of our yesterday, of our now, and of our future. I think of how my hand feels in his, how my heart feels safe with him. I have forgotten what it is like to be with out him and fear that a day with out him could come. I fear that I could lose him, or anyone close to me. I don't think about these things to be depressed, I don't want to dwell in thinking that anything can happen and who is here today, can be gone tomorrow. But in these thoughts I find how much I truly love him, how much I truly love the people that surround me. I take advantage of time, I fall into my routine and habits. Life isn't a routine, it is an adventure. Each day is a new day, a new chance or opportunity to tell someone how much they mean to you, to spread your wings and fly. A baby bird hobbles to the edge of his or her nest and takes a plunge, flapping their wings as hard as they can in hope of climbing into the sky. What if we treated each day as just that? Hobbling to the edge of our nests and flapping our wings as hard as we can in hope of soaring into the sky. We can hope and dream. We can believe that we can achieve and have strength. We can love and be loved. Four years ago I took a chance, I hobbled to the edge of my nest, my security, and I took the plunge. The man I am marrying April 2, 2010 caught me. I am flapping my wings as hard as I can each day to achieve all that I can. To be who I was created to be as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a care worker, and much more. I am spreading my wings and flying. I am creating my yesterdays, my nows, and my future.