I’m still thinking about Jessica Cox, a woman who was born without arms, who is now a certified pilot who flies with her feet.

She checks the oil with her feet.  She makes entries in her flight log with her feet.  She says the hardest part of flying solo is putting on the seatbelt!  But she figured it out.

She used to wear prosthetic arms, but gave them up when she was 14.  She wanted to stop trying to be “normal” and instead celebrate her uniqueness.

Oh, BTW, she has a black belt in tae kwon do.  And she’s a motivational speaker.

I love stories like this because they remind me that I have absolutely no problems.

But further, it makes me think: what prosthetic arms am I wearing to try to be normal?  What uniqueness should I be celebrating and living from instead? 

Even the lipgloss. What a celebrant!  She’s my heroine!