BALLOONS

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Sitting at my desk, prior to my lunch otp, with a character trying to maintain my composure and focus on anything other than her testing me, I noticed my Balloon. On the 6th floor, everybody has a balloon and they are all recycled but serve their purpose; floating high in the sky in celebration of You. For the past few days, I would step over this balloon, throw it up in the air, hold & hit it & it just would not stay upright. Obviously, there just wasn't enough helium in it but everybody else’s was fine. Effortlessly. I didn’t understand it and it almost threw me down the dark scale in a deeper way than the visual of it all, but I had felt like this balloon had been a clear representation of how I felt about Self sometimes. Like my name was Can’t Get Right on the movie, Life. I had never made the cut, for anything. I was not picked for the cheerleading team, nor the dance squad. I was in Journalism for personal pleasures and I played Soccer one game…lol. If going by status quo… I was never enough. Within though, once I knew, I felt like Everything. I knew even before I knew that I was who I thought I was. Capable of all my dreams and then some. So just like the balloon, I stayed down, being stepped over, played with, and thrown knowing that when all said done with grit // faith // and finesse built within, I HAD to win. There was no other way. 

Plus, think about it, if you put air in the balloon it would do nothing but float, you couldn’t keep it down. Once I learned and mastered that: how to inflate Self. There would be Magic. & Balloons…crzyAmazing. 

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