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!