but certain she would grow

despite the storm
she stepped into the wild
unknown
uncertain
but certain
she would

grow

.. .. ..

While standing in line to get on the airplane I noticed a girl crying.
She was maybe 24 years old.
Her eyes weren’t pointing to the ground, but looking straight ahead.
The tears slowly fell as she inched her way towards the airplane.

From a distance she seemed hopeful.
From a distance she seemed confident.
From a distance she seemed hesitant.
From a distance she seemed sure.

As I made my way to my seat I walked passed her.

Her cheeks were red.
Her eyes were dry.
Her hands were folded.
Her seatbelt fastened.

She was headed for what was next.

Ready or not.

Certain or unsure.

Here she goes to grow.

What is it that you are stepping into?

Peace,

Tanner Olson
Written to Speak

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