We'll start my blog with a poll. If you could either fly or be invisible, which would you be? Defend your answer. Few people are romantic enough to choose flying, so, those of you who do will have a special place in my heart. No pressure though. Sure, there's no end to the practicality of being invisible, but if movies have taught me anything, it's that the people who try to have it all end up with nothing. But, to fly! That's just one thing! We've all had dreams of flapping and taking off like a bird or, like me, flapping and taking off like a helicopter, which sounds awkward, but was actually exhilarating. And people would crowd around me like -remember that 80s movie, The Boy Who Could Fly?- and they'd ask How do you do it? And, honestly, i didn't know how, except by pure will. People chased me in one dream through lush green fields and my feet couldn't carry me any further, so, as I approached a cliff, I just... flew. And I could always fly as long as I could hold my breath and believe in myself (oh man I wanted to avoid saying that, but I can't help my dreams). Anyway, that light-headed feeling as you ascend and the buoyancy of the air, invisible but holding you up, keeping you from death and at the same time giving you the most ecstatic happiness you've ever felt... I wouldn't trade that for all the cheating you can get away with if invisibile. And when you can fly, you have a kind of freedom and independence I can literally only dream about.