This is it. The jumping off point.

The edge. The letting go. The possibilities. My first solo flight.

A toast to everything that held my hand; held me together; provided security.

But this is the time of whatever, whenever.

I’ll trust my wings, my heart, my desires.

Salud!

(PS: Written nine years ago today, I sat in a candlelit bar, having walked out of work for the last time. With a drink in hand, it was a dark and rainy day. I was alone in my reverie. Tears of joy, of fear, of the unknown? Looking back, I have no regrets.