Doing the Impossible
Maybe it’s a day. A day when everything seems so far out of reach.
Maybe it’s a thing, a task, a feeling. Something so very far away.
Whatever it is, it’s gorram impossible.
Except when it’s not.
I’ve spent the majority of my life escaping into worlds that other people create. From Oz to Sunnydale and the TARDIS, from Wonderland into the black, Terabithia to Callahan’s to post-zombie political landscapes and back again; holding hands with Chrestomanci, scrubbing ink stains with Jo, and snagging, bagging, and tagging with the Warehouse crew.
And I’ve learned a lot of things.
(Like the fact that I pronounce a lot of words incorrectly, which is apparently the hallmark of avid readers everywhere.)
But the most important thing I’ve learned is that nothing is ever impossible.
Highly improbable, sure.
But not impossible.
All it takes is faith and trust, and a little magic pixie du…no, wait. That’s Peter Pan.
All it takes is faith, yes. Faith in yourself, in your willingness, in your ability to take that next step. Not to do the impossible, but to take that one next step.
You don’t need to believe in miracles – just in you.
And when you’ve taken that one step, that step that you believed could never happen?
Looking at it from the other side is the sweetest thing of all – and it gives you the strength to take just one more.
So go on. Shift a bit. Take that step. Do the impossible. It makes you mighty.