Just Start

I have a grand idea that I'd like to make this space in the blogosphere more meaningful, filling it with substance that will draw readers.

The grand idea has me sitting lifeless before a blank screen searching for something enlightening to say. That lifelessness is killing the resolve to show up here every day and write. That was my original intention for the blog. Take today's word and add to it, finishing up with nothing more than practice.

Nothing more.

So instead of searching for something profound and meaningful, it better suits my purpose to just start.

What about the audience?

That is the Critic alive and well in my head, the voice of Resistance playing on my fear. It's okay not to be enlightened or profound, because it is out of the mundane and ordinary that the extraordinary is born. Wisdom doesn't come from a void. It comes from knowledge and experience.

The only way to grow, particularly in experience, is to do.

So here I am, showing up at the page, putting Resistance in it's place and letting the Critic know that now is not the time. Now is the time for butterflies to come land on my shoulder, or on the page if they so choose.

If that makes it tough on the reader, my apologies. Something worth reading will eventually be born, if you just bear with me.