Beginings

I realized today that the first thing I do when I wake up is think about writing. The last thing I do as I am drifting off to sleep is wander a lazy path thru the dreams of being a working writer. Each and every day is filled with thoughts, musings, dreams on what life could be like if I danced the waltz of a word dancer. Ill admit much of it is silly, but sometimes there are moments of substance; dreams of effecting people with the thoughts I strive to be so poignant about.

I watched an interview once where the interviewer was saying that good words, full of thought and purpose can stay with someone their entire lives. I agree. There are things that we hear or read that will pop back into our minds for a lifetime. I long for that sort of relevance. I ache to mold words into pictures and sounds never before seen and emotions never before felt.

I must admit I am terrified of this blog. I dont think one realizes an opportunity for public failure until we are faced with it. I am putting it all out there, my guts and my heart on the line to accomplish something I want so bad it hurts. The F word (failure... calm down y'all) has always been something that can intimidate even the mightiest hearts back to inaction, but so many people have pushed past the fear and reached for the dreams. Even I have done so on many occasions so why is this one so different?

Because if my dreams and goals were a target on my chest, this one would be the bullseye.