I don’t know if it’s my creative right-brained mind, or my child-like heart, but I have always wanted to fly. It’s been a dream of mine since childhood. Souring through the air—swinging as high as I possibly could on my backyard swing… completely enveloped in my envy of the birds above me. There’s a magic that comes from having your hair whipped back and forth across your skin. Having the natural wisps of cool air brush across your cheeks flushing them with the pink of roses.
As an adult this fantasy lingers still.
My child-like tendencies, wishes, and dreams never left my heart even as my body grew, formed, and changed from girl to woman. Sitting cross-legged in a leather chair against a dark wooden desk has become my norm; my legs pinned beneath the weight of responsibility and adulthood while my hands flicker across little black lettered buttons.
Hundreds of emails.
My hands and my body know this new routine, but my eyes and my imagination dance toward my window pane overlooking the vast open spaces that lay just a few feet away from me. Beyond the air conditioning, the clicking of little keys, the clutter of file folders.
Some days I can’t stand it. I become overwhelmed. I lose myself in the desire to flee it all. To soar. To lift my arms up and feel my feet leave the dirt… but then the conflict takes over: the desire to fly is mixed with the reality that my feet are glued to this ground.
At each day’s end I gather my things and walk silently out the door. Tired. Feeling the hours of work and hustle on my shoulders I start making my way to the place I call home. The sun begins to make its bed in the valley of the grass on the horizon and I stop to notice the peach-fuzz sky—spewed with flocks of geese. I glance over to my home and suddenly I remember…
Filled with a newfound excitement and readiness.
My fingers lace the white bars as I lift my worn body upright onto the seat.
I feel my feet leave the dirt.
I glance upward towards the clouds as my skin is licked by the warm wind—moving and racing down the pavement driveway that had led me homeward bound.
Suddenly I am a little girl.
I am flying.
My curls dance with one another in celebration while my feet work in unison to pedal me onward and riding isn’t just a means of getting from one place to another. It’s a means of becoming free. Of letting my heart release to become that little girl who dreamed of the sky.
So fly, my friends.
Now is the time.
Karlie Pickett is a twenty-something freelance creative based in central Maryland. Having had just graduated from college in 2015, Karlie is currently pursuing her career in marketing and creative ministries. A lover of all things yellow, caffeine-filled, chocolate covered, and sunshine-y, Karlie likes to spend most of her days with her friends and family chatting or playing board games. She is so excited to be partnering with Schwinn to help promote their incredible products. In her spare time, Karlie also owns and operates her own business: In The Morning Co. (inthemorning.co)–selling various kinds of clothing and home goods relating to the morning, coffee, or scripture.
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