There is never a good time for doing the things that matter most to you in life. NEVER. I am not the first person to point this out, but it deserves repeating. You will put off the things you wantneed a thousand times, and by the time you actually save up enough money to go on that Arctic mission you always dreamed of but never mentioned because your friends would give you the side-eye for planning for Antarctica while everyone else was going to Jamaica, the ice caps will have melted. Timing is never on your side.
Well, I have a message for timing: SEE YOU ON THE FLIPSIDE ‘CAUSE LOOK! HERE I GO.
I have been putting off getting serious about writing for about a year now. There was never a good time to devote myself to my writing and my blog, never enough payback for drawing some blood and getting dirty. There was always a good(ish) reason to stall and second guess myself.
Excuses. Big bloated mosquito excuses that I have allowed in my house and not swatted with nearly enough ire. This week’s excuse is that Cee is getting rid of her second nap, making it extremely difficult for me to write my guts out and market myself hard. Next week it will be something else. The excuses I manufacture are a lot like the pieces to Cee’s puzzles that are laying all around our house and not being pieced together. I constantly step on them and allow their haphazard placement to convince me that I have no right to call myself a good mom just yet, since I can’t even control little pieces of plastic.
But no more of that. I am ready to push myself out on the stage and admit that I’ve gotten good at what I do. I’m a good mom and a good writer. Claiming my talents makes me want to heave, but I will repeat over and over that believing in myself does not make me full of it. I’m tired of selling myself short. Short doesn’t pay the bills and it makes me want to glut myself on peanut butter when I could be doing something better.
Now is the time to claim my title. It occurred to me recently that I have been preparing myself to be a writer my whole life. Each random thing I’ve noticed, each strange job I’ve had, each feeling I’ve romanticized, and each phrase I’ve luxuriated in has prepared me to just give myself over to words.
Words, here I am. Hey there, WORRRDS!
I am going to make a lot of mistakes. A LOT. NOREALLYALOT. I am inevitably going to do some things that I don’t like and that you don’t like, if you stick around to see them. I have no team of experts steering the ship over here. It’s just me and my keyboard and my ideas, and sometimes those ideas are very not great and/or well-executed. But you know what? I like mistakes, and people who claim to not make them are sort of full of it. With all those mistakes come a lot of seriously awesome stuff.
So, let’s do this.
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