I lit the match and threw it; it burned from November 2020 until now. Setting my life aflame happened in stages, and now as 2021 draws to a close, I can see the remains of that life, who I was and who I want to become.
This year I did not put pen to paper to talk about what had been, which is what writing a memoir requires. This year, I tried to be present on purpose. Soaking up time with my family and trying to gain footing in an area where other is the box I most often have to check.
Checking-in with myself became habit. Finding my inner child and caring for her became more necessary and real to me. Reality for me is that I have to take things slow, but I cannot quit.
Y'all, last year there were so many times my flesh wanted to quit, but something in my spirit would not let me. Now, on the first day of 2022, as I prepare to become a student again, this time as a UW-Green Bay Pheonix, the question seeking an answer is "Can I Burn and Learn to Fly?"
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