..And so I am supposed to be writing short stories, Trippy profound little gems with twists and turns that would set the world on fire. I given myself the summer to write these stories. I’ve written one story so far.
I will confess right now that I am a chronic starter. I have a million interests and I’ve started a million projects and rarely finished any. All those tiny pieces of paper come to mind….
I haven’t accomplished much in life by way of a career. I’ve devoted seventeen years of my life to raising two kids, who will be almost grown and now I feel that its time for me to pursue my dreams. All of them.
This scares the hell out of me. I know to follow a dream one must take a chance and get out into the world. I have to stop hiding. And so here I am jumping in. Out of the shadows and into the light.
I thought very long and hard about showing my picture on this blog. It is so unlike me, its unreal. That picture in itself is rare. I’m the kind of person who prefers to be behind the camera, not in front.
To be honest to myself and whoever might read this, I can’t say that I need to stop hiding from life, and hide behind something I am not. It might be a stupid thing to do. I might regret it. I don’t know. But for now the picture of the real me remains for all the poor unfortunates to see who happen to run across it.