Confessions Of A Flight Attendant

I believe that people make mistakes.

I believe in second chances.

I believe that sometimes my choices unintentionally hurt those around me.

I believe in friendship, and I choose to still believe in marriage.

I believe in a God that extends beyond walls, cultures, and defined definitions of religion.

I believe in love.

I believe in authenticity.

I believe that travel takes me beyond myself, making me fall in love with people and faraway places.

I believe that goodbyes just can’t be forever.  I don’t know what forever means.

I believe in heartbreak, for I have felt its sting.

I believe that I won’t always be alone. I believe that I am never completely alone, and that I am never beyond help.

I believe that someone somewhere is looking for me, wanting me, and wanting more than only the idea of me.

I believe that waiting won’t hurt me but that compromising values will shatter my soul.

I believe in family.

I believe in trusting and holding on when I have no fucking idea of what else to do.

I believe in purpose, and I am stepping in its direction.

I believe there is more to a story than just what my eyes can see.

I believe that laughter carries me higher and farther and faster than any airplane ever has or ever will.

I believe with questioning hopefulness that one day, I will not see size as equal to my worth and that perfection is not numbers or performance. Instead, I hope that WITHOUT question, know— absolutely know— that I am loved because I exist.  Simply because I exist.