47 is new 11

I remember many moments
from when I was 11 years old.
Sitting in the bathroom, 
thinking, "This is it in my life."
Thinking, "This is the day I am only 11 once."
Thinking that this day will never be back.
I remember my dad's garden,
standing, looking up at the sky.
Seeing a plane
and saying to myself,
"So sad, I will never find out what it's like…
To fly…"

The irony and fate of life
brings us in a circle of wisdom.
Today, I am 11 again. 4 + 7 = 11.
I choose to see life from the eyes of my 11-year-old.
From the eyes of "every day is a new day."
From the new moment is an opportunity of smile.
A new breath is an opportunity of freedom.
An exhale is an opportunity to let go.
I choose to look at the sky
and see freedom,
see opportunity to fly,
see infinity  of choice.
I choose to love my 11-year-old
and tell her, "All is well.
Always well.
It's a choice.
Look up.
Let's fly.

- Nadya
June 11, 2025