As someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly.

The way I see it, I'm sick of restrictions. I came home today after hearing that by the rules written in plain English in a handbook, I have no chance of succeeding in something that I care about. And it really bummed out. Tears in my eyes (not to be melodramatic or anything...haha), I realized that I'd forgotten how much I loved Wicked. Cliché? Yes, but there's a reason it's so popular (OMG PUN I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I DID THAT). And today, after an hour of crying, a serious feeling of hopelessness and a pounding headache, I was reminded how to defy gravity. And nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that is or was is ever gonna bring me down. But hey, that's just the way I see it.