Failure: Not an option

Dear Wanda,

What would you do today if you knew you wouldn't fail?

Fly. No airplane--private nor commercial. No device to lift me off the ground. No lessons. No learning curve. I. Would. Fly.

I would fly like I do in my dreams...very much like swimming. I lift up on my toes and just keep lifting. Then my arms move in a modified breast stroke. No flapping. The air feels like air, yet my relationship to it is the same as when I am in water. The difference is I can breathe and my hair doesn't get wet. There are no obstacles and I don't get tired. Easy lift off. Easy landing.

Then I thought...ooh--would I rather say "live on a tropical island"? But you know, if I could fly, I could do that, too. Getting on and off the island wouldn't be a problem, and I daresay that if I could fly, money wouldn't be a problem either. I could be an attraction. I could be a delivery service. Somehow, my ability to defy gravity would be my ticket to all things material, too.

Yeah. That works for me. That's what I'd do.

How about you?

Wanda