She wrote her goals in the back of her notebook where no one could see them. At the top of the page, she sketched the words to herself: I want to be loud someday. Not loud like shouting, but loud like wind chimes—bright, undeniable, alive. She wanted to raise her hand without rehearsing the answer ten times in her head. She wanted to walk into a room without shrinking, to let life spill over the edges. But letting go felt like stepping off a cliff she couldn’t see the bottom of. Still, every day, she edged closer to the ledge, hoping one day she could trust her wings.
And one day, she did trust them. She lived loudly her senior year. She even convinced her classmates the was fearless. I was so proud of her. I still am.
4” x 5”. Oil on 100% cotton paper.
She wrote her goals in the back of her notebook where no one could see them. At the top of the page, she sketched the words to herself: I want to be loud someday. Not loud like shouting, but loud like wind chimes—bright, undeniable, alive. She wanted to raise her hand without rehearsing the answer ten times in her head. She wanted to walk into a room without shrinking, to let life spill over the edges. But letting go felt like stepping off a cliff she couldn’t see the bottom of. Still, every day, she edged closer to the ledge, hoping one day she could trust her wings.
And one day, she did trust them. She lived loudly her senior year. She even convinced her classmates the was fearless. I was so proud of her. I still am.
4” x 5”. Oil on 100% cotton paper.
