As a 7 year old, I was always looking for trouble or as my mom would say. I wanted to be out and about all the time and I had no fear. I’d climb trees, hold bugs, talk to strangers, and share my thoughts.

But as I got older, life became scarier or I just became more timid. Peoples opinions of me mattered all of a sudden. I rarely shared my thoughts with people, maybe only one person. And trying new things stressed me out.

Being stuck in the same boring workplace for five years and daydreaming about some dreams I pushed down, I had a thought. Maybe just maybe I should do something else, and not be stuck here. Like I should let out my inner 7 year old out more and live a life of adventure instead of in a prison cell. Maybe I should leap up out of my swing like I always did at 7 to see where I land.

Maybe just maybe I can face fear head on and fly.