What if You Fly?

There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask, “What if I fall?”
Oh, but my darling,
What if you fly?

What’s the worst that can happen?

I’m in a Uber, on my way to the airport. It’s a Taxify cab, but since all toothpastes are Colgate and all washing powders are Omo,  it’s an Uber Taxify. The driver, Mr. Man, is a brawny guy, he has thigh muscles that make me want to sing, “All things taut and beautiful the Lord God made them all”.


The driver’s phone rings, he’s picks up and connects to the car’s stereo system. I get very envious because I can’t do that with my car. Go figure. Anyway, the guy on the other end sounds elderly. He wants to know if the cab will be picking him up. My driver says, yes, he’s close by, if he can wait for 20-30 minutes, he’ll pick him up.

Now, we are roughly 45 minutes from the airport. So, he has at least 90 minutes before he gets to this old man. And that is if I’m Jaffe Joffer, King of Zamunda. But no one is clearing any roads for me, so this old guy and his arthritis will have to wait for like two hours. But he’s been told 30 minutes.

He later calls after an hour and says he’s taken another Uber, his arthritis couldn’t wait. I think, “Good for you!”

But, what’s the worst that could have happened if Mr. Man had manned up and told the old guy he’ll not make it?

Why are we so scared to tell the truth; start afresh; take a big leap; apply for that job; resign from THAT job, end that relationship, finally tell someone you love them… Whatever! If it’s not sinful or illegal, and you want to do it, why aren’t you?

What’s the worst that can happen?

I made a small leap this week. With quavering fingers, I knocked on the doors of my two noisiest neighbors and requested to have a word with them. I have struggled with Misophonia for so long, knowing I was experiencing something beyond my control. I knew they don’t know my struggles, so I’d go and explain to them everything I knew and hopefully, the bass on their woofer would be less thunderous.

It went surprisingly well, each of them was very understanding. One of them even called his teenage brother and requested him to be controlling the music when he’s away. I made it clear that I was not asking them to turn off their music entirely, but to considerate in their choice of volume.

Later I thought, “Maybe I should have shared the gospel with them and made an altar call.” Alright, I agree, I’m pushing it. But I’ll do that too.

What about you, what’s keeping you from doing the things you want to do?

New year resolutions maybe said to be overrated, and most of us have realized that so we don’t make them anymore.But I still think 1st of January is still a sexy date to document when you started doing that one thing that’d make you happy. Any date, actually.

Motherhood has taught me many things, and the clearest is that I’m growing old. I may not see much change in the mirror, but when I look at Miss.T who was not even holding her head straight last year, but is now wrestling her sister Mayweather style; I know time is running out. Do you. Do it now.

Michelle Obama said, “Don’t ever make decisions based on fear. Make decisions based on hope and possibility. Make decisions based on what should happen, not what shouldn’t.”

Maybe it wasn’t even her who said it, but I agree.

There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask, “What if I fall?”
Oh, but my darling,
What if you fly?

Erin Hanson

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