I found this feather today.
It will be added to my collection.
Unfortunately, my feather collection sits in a big, neglected heap on my art table.
Just when I think I right, I am not.
Just when I think I have evolved, I am still a jumbled mess.
Just when I think I know how to love fearlessly, I push away the things I love and the people who love me.
Just when I am ready to sit underneath a tree and cry, a bird craps on me. (Literally!)
Oh, to get out of my own way!
Oh, to be able to get over myself.