It's 7 A.M., and I'm flying above the clouds. As I sit in my window seat of the air plane viewing this picturesque site, I remember the words of the woman at the kiosk "Miss, would you like a window seat, or an aisle seat?", "Window" I replied with the excitement of a five-year-old child. I fly all the time, but this time feels much different. The view is spectacular, and here I am, a meer mortal, literally flying thousands of miles in the air. I began to think about the person who fathomed the idea of creating the air plane, and how ambitious that person must have been for his/her time, and how people must have doubted him. thinking that something so unimaginable was impossible to manifest. Flying above these clouds has truly made me realize the many infinite possibilities I possess, (we all possess) and that I need to be the pilot of my own destiny. If I can fly above the clouds, I can certainly obtain all the goals and aspirations I have planned for my life. But hey, I guess that's why they call me "B.FLY" fly girl, fly...
