“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
This makes me feel great anxiety as I’m more of a planner than to allow myself to be carried by the winds (as if I can actually plan my life). At the same time, I find a good amount of truth to this as I have ‘winged’ it on many an adventure, from careers I’d never done before but ‘winged’ it and excelled, as well as ‘winged’ other things like rock scrambling and mountain climbing on a whim that I completely fell in love with. Now, if I can just apply that to my writing…