I am..She Said- Sorry, Neil Diamond

He flew across borders hoping to reach the castles in the sky, to build a house so he could afford a home, picking up crumbs to fill his soul, just when he thinks the twigs and leaves, bricks and cement are enough to shield him from the heat and frost, the clouds in the sky take them away to dance with the winds of change, so now he flies, day to day, bus to bus, brick to brick, his eyes dusty from the storm brewing inside him, but, for a few moments, he lives, he feels human, he eats a simple meal, sharing crumbs of his story with the only being who will understand his plight, hoping they could tell him about the castles in the sky

I am diving deeper today. I made decisions that I know are the beginning of a new chapter. I am clutching and crushing the hands of the 14-year-old girl who dreamed these dreams and asking her for strength. I feel scared. I feel excited. I feel vulnerable. I feel invincible. My heart feels like it wants to cower behind my brain and wants to beat its drums in resolution at the same time. The sad reality? I feel alive but also wait for the other shoe to drop. Am I too happy to be practical? Is this a scam? Is this a  rose-tinted window? I am waiting for something to go wrong. For something to prove to me that this can't be real. That these steps were wrong. Here is what I find helpful when doubt stands over hope like a judge accusing a victim of a crime without hearing his/her story. Before the gavel sounds, reduce the brightness.  Find your calm. Understand why you're doing this. Is it a step towards or a step away? Don't be hopeful, don't be hopeless. Find the mid-groun...