The beginning is always the toughest part. The first paragraph of an essay, the initial hello to a new conversation, a first date… Once you get the ball rolling, you wonder why it took you so long to dive in. Which is the exact thoughts I was having just a few minutes ago.
The idea of putting my thoughts somewhere other than my head (or my journal) has been rolling around in my brain for awhile now. But it was never the “right time”. I needed to wait until I figured out the tech side. Or I wanted to wait until the New Year, which then came and went. Then I thought I should wait until I had a significant chunk of time to sit and think long and hard about what to do. But time is slippery thing to get ahold of. And why write if I have nothing to say.
But you know what… Here I am. For a long time God has been speaking to me about words that really scare me. Courage, Calling, and Dreams.
So here is a dream. A place to say what I think and feel. A place to pour out all the ideas that ping pong around in my head relentlessly. I have lots of words and feelings and ideas. Lots of lessons I am learning, mistakes I am righting, and questions I am asking. Those words flow easily in the quiet of my car, or on walks around my neighborhood with only my dogs to hear them.
So here is a place to call my own. A place to put words to paper. A release of all the chaos in my brain. Because the chaos seems to make more sense when it is released.
So like a well these ideas come from somewhere deep within, all swirling and muddled. And like a spring, hopefully they will pour out and find the right direction to go.
So here is to making sense of things and to those who will experience it all with me.