Let ’em FLY

Growing up, I did not like to be held back. I was #MissIndependent and too big for my britches some days. My parents ran a tight ship and kept me on a short leash. My typical response for requesting more length on that leash, my Junior and Senior year of high school, went something like this: (Needless to say my words of wisdom didn’t get me very far in those moments.) But today is the day when I push my baby (figuratively speaking) out of the nest. I would be lying if…

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