Personal Reflection:
Falling has never felt like learning in the moment. It feels like failure, like shame, like the world was right about you all along. But the ground has a way of teaching what the sky never could. The wings don’t strengthen in safety—they sharpen in the freefall, in the wind tearing past your ears, in the split second where you’re not sure if you’ll rise or break. To fly, you’ve got to risk the fall. And sometimes, you’ve got to hit hard before you remember what wings are for.

Reflective Prompt:
What “fall” in your life might actually be the beginning of your flight?