Too Close to the Sun, Yet Not High Enough in the Sky

A story of flying, falling, and becoming — for love, for purpose, for her.

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“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Sometimes I think I’ve flown too close to the sun —risked too much, given too much, lost too much.But then I remember:I never flew for myself in the beginning.I flew for her.

I dropped out of college more than once to be the mother she needed.Not because I lacked ambition — but because she was the mission.Every late-night bottle, every skipped opportunity, every moment I put her firstwasn’t sacrifice — it was sacred.

Still, the world doesn’t applaud invisible labor.It doesn’t clap for the woman who gave up everything so her child could feel safe, loved, and whole.But I know what I did.And I’d do it again.

The Space Between Fire and Flight

I’ve lived in the in-between —between purpose and pain,between soaring with hope and crashing under reality.There’s no blueprint for loving a child through their final days.No manual for how to pour out every part of yourselfjust to give her a few more moments of joy,a few more days of light,a few more memories she could carry with her into the beyond.

I emptied myself completely —physically, spiritually, emotionally —to make sure her final months weren’t filled with fear, but with peace.Laughter when we could.Silence when she needed it.Honor in every breath.So when the time came, she could transitionwrapped in my arms,surrounded by love,leaving this world the way she came into it —safe, seen, held.

Rewriting What It Means to Fall

People talk about failure like it’s the end.But I’ve lived through the kind of heartbreak that rewrites you at the soul level.And still, I rise.

Falling isn’t failure — it’s transformation.It’s the fire that melts who you wereso you can become who you must be.

I’ve had to rebuild myself more times than I can count.Each time, from ashes.Each time, with trembling hands and a fractured heart.But always with intention.Always with purpose.

I’ve shapeshifted to survive.Mourner. Mother. Phoenix.And now — creator of my own rebirth.

Reinvention Without Apology

This world will ask you to shrink —to explain why you’re still chasing dreams after everything you’ve lost.To tone down your fire.To make your grief more palatable.

But I’ve earned my fire.I’ve earned this evolution.And I won’t apologize for rising.

Every version of me that broke along the wayleft behind something sacred —something I now carry forward.

I am not starting over.I am continuing —with more wisdom,more scars,and a compass that always points toward purpose.

Flying Toward Unimaginable Heights

I’ve tasted both the depth of sorrowand the sweetness of love that transcends death.And I know now:I was never meant to live a small life.

My goal isn't just to heal.It’s to soar —to reach heights I once believed were out of reach.To get full — completely, unapologetically full — off of life.To laugh until I cry.To create, to build, to expand.To leave nothing on the table.

And one day —when this flight is finally over —I’ll reunite with her.Whole.Radiant.Wings stretched wide.

So I’ll Keep Flying

Too close to the sun? Maybe.Not high enough yet? Absolutely not.

Because I wasn’t born just to survive tragedy.I was born to rise through it —to become everything she dreamed I could beand more.

If you’re standing between loss and potential, stuck in the space between who you were and who you’re becoming — keep going. Reinvent. Rebuild. Rise anyway. There’s more waiting for you on the other side. And your wings were made for this.