Finding My Wings

I wish I could adequately emote my feelings into words today. Days are passing quickly, decisions need to be made—it's time to move on. My life right now feels like waking from a dream in an unfamiliar room, in pitch black darkness, fumbling for the door that will surely bring the light. Half of me feels like a small child wanting to stand still and scream until someone comes and opens that door for me. The other half urges me to be brave, to be calm in the darkness, so that I can find my way to the door and open it myself. In doing so I will give my spirit the gift of knowing that I can survive anything. I have survived many challenges in life that would have felled lesser women. I am strong, stubborn, willful, and independent. Although not bad traits to possess, I can see now that they have held me back in recent years from achieving my own happiness. So, now I'm going to use those traits that kept me grounded, and I'm going to find my wings.