The Bloody Doors Off

I’ll write more in depth about the weekend. Probably tomorrow or Tuesday. Today is decompression, coupled with sneezing fits and possibly the beginnings of a cold.

This much I’m sure of: I can write. And I’m good at it. I’ve doubted myself plenty over the years. I need to stop thinking that way.

MARY
Wait. You never told me the secret to flying.

RACHEL
Believe in yourself. Once you do that, anything is possible. Even flying.

It’s time I believed I can fly.