I Can Learn to Fly

A few years ago I wrote a song, I was writing a lot back then, something I’m hoping to bring back to life in 2023. In the song there’s a line that says ‘I believe if I want to, that I can learn to fly.’ In a way that Peter Pan taught Wendy, and in the way a leaf flies to the clouds when a sudden burst of wind blows, both went flying. They are the same to me.

So often I feel like we are told to keep our feet on the ground, follow the lines in front, do good, and things will work out. What does work out mean, though? Married by 25? Buying a home with a white picket fence? Two kids by thirty? All of this is lovely, but never registered with what was thumping in my heart. I wanted wings. I wanted to go places, see people, get into trouble, be lost - find who I wanted to be, not who I should be.

I’m slowing growing my wings, one feather at a time, one moment at a time. If you asked me 5 years ago, I wanted them to sprout out over night and take me immediately to London! I was ready, I needed to go, and go NOW. I’ve always been that way though, immediately needing and wanting as soon as an idea pops into my head. I’m working on taming that - and realizing it’s all about the process. Growth doesn’t happen overnight, and nor will I find what I’m searching for in those quick eight (if we’re lucky) hours.

So I’m learning. Letting the breath fill my lungs everyday. Listening to my compass - it’s rarely a voice these days, and mostly a feeling. but it assures me, I can learn to fly. *& I will*