My first blog. My first blog post. Whew. 

“Just start writing,” my mom would advise. I typically (not always, mind you, but often enough) prefer to have everything figured out before taking action; to have it ‘perfect’; to meet some arbitrary standard I’ve set for myself. I’ve been thinking about and talking about starting a blog for the past four months. I have ideas I want to explore. Yet four months go by with lots of thinking and pondering and daydreaming and excuses, but no action. Until now.


Taking that first step–the commitment, the exposure, the fear–it’s tough. I’ve taken many ‘first steps’ this past year, so you’d think starting a blog would be small potatoes in the grand scheme of things (and it probably is), but it’s something that scares the heck out of me.

So why tonight? Why now? Why, on this particular day, did I sit down at my computer expecting to read the news and find myself here? I don’t have a good answer to these questions. Other than I think I’m finally tired of simply talking about doing stuff. I am restless. Antsy. Feeling motivated to do something. Anything. I’ll be writing more on this in the following posts, but I am in a state of pretty spectacular transition in my life. I’ve spent the summer exploring my inner world and how the choices I’ve made will effect my future. And all that thinking has begun to feel stagnant and stifling. I want to finally take action. The need to move has overridden the fear. For now. The brilliant hues of autumn serve as a reminder that change is inevitable–and an absolutely beautiful process that I can embrace and get excited about.

This is my first step of many towards a new world order. I don’t have all the answers tonight, but I know one thing for sure: I want to write. And it’s time to sit down and “just start writing.”