I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
Though it’s not easy to tell you goodbye…
About a year ago, I took a little shack deep in the woods —
And turned it into my playhouse — and my alter.
Here, chandeliers of question marks hang from the ceiling and on the menu every day —
Plain and simple —
Alphabet soup — or sandwiches, pancakes, cupcakes, truffles —
“Julie-anned” — if you will — which means whatever I happened to be in the mood for — or moved by at the time.
From my magical window in this worded den, I took in the ever changing vista and occasionally even stuck my head out the door.
I’ve tried on a truckload of shoes — and a found a few pairs I could run in that maybe even looked —
Yeah, it’s been a nice place to grow a pair of wings — and well, I’ll leave it at that.
Cause if I go on much longer, I might just cry a —
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
But it’s time for me to soar, I believe. I hope. I trust.
What’s next is yet to be determined — but hey, keep returning for awhile —
I’ll find a way to keep the archives circulating so you have fresh water on the front page — and when the manuscript is done —
You’ll be the first to know.
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won’t forget all the ones that I love
I’ll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
(Breakaway lyrics — Kelly Clarkson)