It’s January 01, 2013 and I’ve now started this post three, no, four times. The words I think I want to say don’t come out the way I’d like them to. It’s frustrating.
This year is going to demand much of me. It is going to demand action. It is going to demand sloughing off of calloused skin and preening of wings that have become overgrown after being clipped.
It’s going to demand that I FLY.
When this word, this little three letter word began to reveal itself I saw the relationship between it and hope. How I couldn’t just sit here, stagnant. No, I had to put into practice what I’d been learning over the last year.
So, 2013 will be my time to fly. To reach new horizons and new heights.
“Away! Move on! We’ll carry on to new horizons. Away! We’ll fly.” – Future of Forestry
