In any beginning, I have one word, and the word is: WhatTheHeck!
With this being a holiday weekend, and having three days off, I decided to start some projects, one landscaping, one painting, and one new manuscript. I don't know about you, but whenever I come up with a new project, I spend copious amounts of time planning, strategizing, and possibly procrastinating until that golden moment, that lightning strike, that time-is-now moment hits.
It's hard to pin point what triggers that ready-set-go moment, easier to
look back and see all the excuses that kept me from moving forward.
I'm not one hundred percent sure how this is going to go and I don't have a nice long stretch of time to sit and write.
I would chalk it up to being lazy, but every scrap of laundry is
done, every dish is washed, the house is spotless, and the dog
has been walked into a coma. When I really look back, it seems more like I'm running away--away from what I
want the most. What makes me feel most vulnerable. What has the
potential to be the biggest disaster.
But also has the potential to be the biggest success. To be the most satisfying. To make me stronger.
This weekend, I took the first steps to cease being my own worst enemy and becoming my best friend. My dreams are my responsibility. I'm the only one who can make them come true.
I hope that as you look at your goals, your priorities, your dreams, you'll take the same step. As Nora Roberts once told me: "If you don't try, the answer is always no."