I was 25 that afternoon.
The warm sun was doing a good job fighting the Autumn chill on the hotel rooftop where I had just hung out wet wash cloths to dry for tomorrow’s work.
I stretched and let the crisp clean Kyoto air fill my lungs. Suddenly I had the urge to do a sommersault. The wide open rooftop beckoned me to.
A tad hesitant at the beginning thinking its been years since I did a sommersault, I looked around and I was sure I was alone up there, so I did it! I did a sommersault! The first one not a perfect circle, still wobbly but the second one was PERFECT!
Right that instant I thought to myself, “We put limits on ourselves. There’s nothing we can’t do if we break free from the limitations we bind ourselves in.”
So here I am now.
Writing for my life.
Late bloomer I may be, but forever in bloom shall I be.