Flapping
Whilst I was lying awake last night thinking things over, unable to sleep I came up with another analogy. When birds are growing up they have a pretty good life. Meals get delivered on schedule, the nest is safe and warm and parents are always around. I feel like someone has just come and booted me out of the nest. I have 2 options, I can either get used to the feeling of the wind rushing around me on the way down or start flapping and figure out how to fly.
