Words on Paper

Every day I write.  I guess it’s more like characters on the computer not exactly words on paper anymore, but I write.  I am a writer, a writer in my own mind and that's not right!

I guess you could call me a closet writer with a fear of coming out.  What if someone doesn’t think I am good?  What if my grammar and tenses are wrong?  I could never be a “real” writer because I didn’t study English or Journalism in college.   Oh I have a million excuses why I shouldn’t share my blogs and none of them are good.   Now, if my best friend had a dream or a passion I would encourage her to go for it!  Don’t hold back!  You have nothing to lose!  When it comes to myself, I am a coward.

A few times in my life I have taken the chance and stepped out of my comfort zone only to find a positive outcome.  It wasn’t always by choice, but I was always glad I did it.

Ten years ago I watched a girl jogging on the treadmill at the gym wishing I could be a runner.  It dawned on me that if I tried it, even just this one time for as little as fifteen minutes, someone might actually look at me and think the same thing.  Nobody would even know I was a poser.  Forty-five minutes and four miles changed my fantasy to a reality.

A few years later I was jogging around a track and could hear my kids talking as they biked in front of me.  “Someday I am going to do triathlons like mommy.”   Nothing like telling a kid your plans to make them hold you it.   Three months later I could call myself a triathlete. 

So, here it is.  No more fear.  Good, bad, to nobody, to friends, to strangers, it's out there.  I don't care how boring or exciting it is I am just going to write what is on my mind.  

Mel, MaryBeth, Jennie, Jennifer, Lisa and George thanks for all your encouragement!

Can't live without it.

Who would ever image the effect one simple thing could have on so many people.  It surrounds you no matter where you go.  It’s with you in stores, in you car, in your home, at the doctors office, on a solo walk in the woods and even in an elevator.  It may enhance your mood or even your energy level.  It might comfort you, soothe you or pump you up.  It motivates you to run, to dance, to be silly or even to fall asleep.  It’s often the focus of an evening, the most important part of a wedding or what brings life to a party.  It brings back memories that can make you smile or even cry.  Sometimes it doesn’t even need to bring back a memory to make you cry.  Without a doubt it moves you!  It can be specific to every single person on this earth. It comes in every style, language and culture.  There is something for everyone.  I can’t even imagine a world without it.  The lucky ones have been blessed with the talent to make it.  I sing praises (out of tune of course) for the wonderful blessing of music!