Change is hard

...so hard, in fact, that sometimes you just need to be forcibly shoved off the metaphorical ledge like some fledgling bird before you find out that you can fly (or die trying).

I don't know yet if I will be able to fly or if I die trying, but I made a couple of gifts to thank the person who gave me that push.

No guts, no glory; right?

And if you think those are lovely, handmade gifts, just imagine what I would gift the person who helps me to fly or provides me with the safety net to fall into!

Relatedly, do you make holiday gifts for people?