I often wonder where i’m going.
With no path in sight, I feel lost.
My legs running, suspended in the air, I’m amazed that the ground and my feet ever meet
Without ever really looking down, I often imagine what I must look like.
I envision a short girl, with long dark hair tied into a single braid, tanned by the sun and the experiences in her life running through the air at lightening speed
Each stride she takes summons earth to materialize beneath her feet
No land in sight looking forward.
Only the dirt from her previous steps looking back.
I suppose that’s what I envision faith to be…
That’s my life as an innovator.