Out with the old

I have baggage. Lots and lots of baggage. It grounds me. It roots me. I need to be free. I need to downsize. I need to complete my wings.
Once my wings are finished I can fly away. Away, as far and as high as my dreams can carry me. I have to dump some of the baggage. Clean house. Dreams aren't that sturdy and wings get tired so I have be as light and free as possible. I need to clean house. I have to rid myself of my baggage and rip up my roots.