A Little Fight Never Hurt Anyone

Your Morning Freewrite

I arrived in Prague with a storm approaching on the horizon. The plane had barely made it on the rain-slicked tarmac. It was the kind of landing where everyone clapped when the wheels finally hit the ground. A quiet part of me wondered what the hell was I doing there. At 21, ignoring my degree and chasing a future that was not ordained by the structures that be, I felt something in me…