Heather had never found her talent.
The smallest amount of knitting made her arms feel like they'd fall from her shoulders. Her paintings looked like they'd been crafted by a toddler. Even decoupage, just gluing paper onto things to decorate them, seemed beyond her reach; in every project the images were wrinkled and unattractive. What was she doing wrong? Time and time again she struggled to release her creative genius, the one she had been told lived inside each and every person, but evidently she preferred to stay hidden deep inside.
Standing on the bridge, she watched the churning waters below as she contemplated her scuffed white tennis shoes along with all her life's little failures. She closed her eyes, spread her arms wide, and took the biggest leap of her life.
As she felt the bungee cord tighten and pull her back from the water's cold embrace, she knew she'd finally done something right.