I met a Pilot today.
She made my life look excruciatingly bland.
She told me about the lows, how she almost lost her life before she fulfilled her dreams. I did squirm at them, because they were really low, but I didn’t wish to be like her.
Then she told me about the highs.
Oh boy! They are really highs (I mean she is married to a pilot too). I still didn’t wish to be her because, you know, fear fear.
I have shared all the colourful things I’d love to do but too afraid to try. I feel like it’s reducing the pallete of this my life.
The last thing she said to me was “You need to believe that you are capable of all that and more”.
Maybe I believe it. Maybe I am.