You really start to believe in the power of manifestation.
5,000 feet above land, suspended in air, I giggled out of sheer euphoria and I teared up at the sheer beauty of New England with all its trees. And I'll write this coming Sunday about how much I hate trees. But I swear the perspective I'd gained when I walked out of the air and stepped back on solid ground was like nothing I could have acquired before last Sunday.
Nothing seems impossible. Everything seems relative. "Life is not a matter of milestones but of moments."
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