What color is your parachute?

I'm not talking about sky diving or military paratrooper stuff. I am one of those rebels (sort of) who years ago cut the corporate ball and chain from around my ankle. That's when I discovered my parachute - inside - colored with faith, sweat, luck, and perseverance. Risky stuff, this letting go the golden handcuffs I voluntarily wore. So simple after it's done. Scary. Time for prayers, and I believe they were answered. Gotta know how to listen when you pray - only way it works. Why am I rambling? Not really. Trying to say something relevant while learning about this blogger stuff. Enough said. Chou!