If I leap, will I fly... or will I fall?
I should have the ability to fly....but my wings weigh more than I do and drag on the ground behind me through a field of fog and shadows. My heart flutters and I can’t breathe. There are so many things I want to try, it’s daunting to think about. But I’m stuck in the mud and I don’t know which way to turn. Do I keep trying to float? Barely holding my head above water amidst the day to day drudgery of survival? Or do I climb high to where all my dreams and potential are? It’s a risk. A blind leap off a cliff, praying that my wings will start working halfway down. It’s what I know would make me happy, but It’s so terrifying I can’t make myself turn down that road.Â
These 9 to 5 jobs bring in the money we need....but they’re going to kill me. I just can’t keep doing it. I have to keep the bosses happy....the customers happy....all the while manage time perfectly like an efficient happy smiling robot....and keep everything clean, pristine, and orderly. I’m juggling a million different personalities and temperaments that come at me from every direction. I want to leave, but I can’t. I really love all the people....but I’m going insane. I smile when I want to rip my hear out. I keep going when my head is pounding, my nose is running, my throat is dry, and my cough is cracking my ribs. And yet still....I get yelled at....when I know that they love and appreciate me...but still...I get yelled at...and I’m just here, barely treading water.Â
I wish I could risk it all and throw caution to the wind. Quit and leave....and throw myself into writing....test my mettle and see if I can shine. But adults don’t do that. They do what’s smart and safe. They take the job and follow their passion on the weekends. It takes everything I have just to keep my own house clean. To eat semi healthy and regularly. To keep my mind numb with pointless television shows so I can forget about everything I wish I could do and all things I have to juggle at work.Â
And yet....most people should be able to cope with this right? It’s not like I’m working 50 hour weeks just to come home to 4 kids, and a pet. I want to think that I’m capable...but what if I’m just pathetic? I’ve been kidding myself for way too long. I’m a square peg and for years I’ve been trying to fit myself into a round hole. I’ve been trying to be what people think “normal” is. I always keep a smile on my face and almost never complain. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt and try to be the most thorough communicator I can, when It’s much harder for me than for most people. I try to never let my emotions get the best of me....until I can come home and cry myself to sleep. My brain is made for so much more than this. There’s a fire in me that slowly turns to ash because it has no air. No room to grow. It’s stifled by the autopilot I turn on to survive. Then the space cadet takes over....and something slips through the cracks. My brain craps out on me just for a moment....and in that moment, hell breaks loose.Â
I’m a prisoner on an island. I’m trapped in a tower, with one tiny window too high for me to reach. I can see the sun, the sky and the clouds...so far out of reach.
A few years back in high school, I had a project. We had to create a small magazine that was supposed to be a message for future children or something, about the time I lived in and who I was as a person. I titled it If I Leap, Will I Fly...or Will I Fall? I had these same fears to a lesser degree back then. Back then, I was just curious, If I had what it took to achieve my dreams. Then reality set in. I didn’t have time to think about my dreams. Adulthood came knocking. And now.....I remember that title. It’s so fitting, but much scarier now than I ever realized.