Beginning

I’m tired of playing hide and seek with the writer I’m supposed to be. Ever since my parents taught me the alphabet, I’ve wanted to write. But like everyone with “real world” responsibilities, I frequently get distracted from the projects I start. Then, when I carve out time for writing, well, I don’t know where to begin. Focus tends to expand a subject, so today I’ll focus on the upside.

So far today, here’s my gratitude list: My husband made it safely to work; my kids are doing what they need to be doing, where they need to be doing it; the car dealership under-promised and over-delivered, which meant only a 45 minute wait to get my mom-mobile back. Then, on the way home, I heard one of my favorite songs, “Unwritten,” immediately followed by another one that’s crept into my heart, “Collide.” As I pulled into our driveway, a butterfly visited me. Maybe it was the same one that flirted with my shoulder a few minutes later when I was watering the tomato plants. Finally, the ache in my posterior reminds me of yesterday’s highly effective workout.

As a pathological optimist, I don’t measure a glass half full or half empty. A glass with anything in it is still something, which is better than nothing. And an empty glass is ready to use. Besides, we’ve got to start somewhere.

And here is the first post to my blog. Let the crickets begin….