“It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.”- E. E. Cummings
I’m starting to realize now, at age 30, that I lack courage. In so many things, I have been motivated by fear. Fear has held me back, propelled me forward, or stopped me altogether and I’m trying to end that now. One of the first steps I’ve taken is publishing this. Many of the posts will come from what passes in my life in the moment, some will be a retrospective of the past, and others will be thoughts from my private journals. This will help me overcome what seems to be one of my greatest fears: that I have nothing of value to write. What I’m coming to understand, though, is that the value and relevance of my writing comes, not from others, but from myself. I write because I have to, because the words that have been brewing inside of me for so long will no longer be contained. I write because I enjoy the journey to where the words lead me. And if no one comes along for the ride with me? Well…I’ll still have fun getting there on my own.