I have just stepped off the edge of a cliff. I had known that step was coming for a few years now, and feared it so much. And what did I learn? That I had wings all along, and no cliff could stop me. That being said, I often falter and feel so small. When impowering moments find me I soar, but all to soon that feeling fades, and I find myself filling with doubts about my abilities, my talents, my beliefs. I am now trying to build myself up into the kind of woman that I want my two young daughters to become, and if I can do that, I will know that my life was a success, regardless of whatever else may happen or not happen.
