I recently met with an author friend whose name I shall withhold for privacy’s sake. Suffice it to say this person is one of today’s biggest name writers, with so many titles published they took up a both walls of a long hallway, the shelves of which climbed from floor to ceiling. During my visit, […]
Remember when you were a child, and you believed you could fly if you just ran hard enough and leapt? I’m not proposing you do anything like that might possibly cause bodily harm, but I am asking you to consider what it was that allowed you to take that flying leap off that porch, or deck? Was it ignorance? Maybe just a little. Was it foolishness? Again, maybe a bit. But I submit to you that it was something else. Something that as you watched reality, grownups and negative people snuff out your dreams (some rightfully so), died within you. Something that seemed a lot more fun than the harsh “reality” of life.