I can fly. 

Seriously. 

Whoosh.

That was me flying.

You're probably really sad right now because you can't fly.

But don't worry about that.

Worry about how you're going to show the world your innate author talents. 

Worry about that for a bit, but then just wing it.

Winging it is basically flying.

So in effect, you've got nothing to be sad about, because you're already flying.

Fly, little one. 

Fly.









I honestly typed this at like 10PM but it's a life hack, trust me. Hax.