Starting

Sometimes there are things you just have to start without really knowing where they're going. An idea forms, it seems... okay...(I think this as I wiggle my hands through the air with a resounding "meh" vibe). It's easy to get everything set up, to know what you want the end result to be. But it's that whole middle part you're just not sure about. That part where it could just stay in "meh" form OR it could become that exact metaphorical train you were dreaming of boarding, taking you exactly to that swanky place you'd envisioned all along. The part where you just have to wait and see if this idea really did make sense to begin with.

To be more plain, I want to be a writer -- and I could be pretty good one, I think -- but I'm doing a terrible job getting there. It would help if I ever wrote, but I don't. Except to give out typical life updates here and there, my writing is shriveling away in the spidery, no-one-wants-to-open-the-door closet of my mind. So here's a solution, right? Write a blog. Talk about stuff. Not just "I make a mean chocolate chip cookie" kind of stuff (although I won't promise that'll never make an appearance); I'm talking about the crazy things I thought about when I couldn't go to sleep last night, the funny things that people do in this world, the oh-so-wise anecdotes I conjured up while looking at snow melting on my windshield. That kind of stuff. And hopefully all with an entertaining and literate flair that will help me remember why I have always loved writing in the first place.

So this is me, starting. I hope I'll look back and see this beginning as clumsy and awkward (promising, as it already kind of feels that way). That means this journey has been taking me just where I wanted to go.

From Tara, 

with love.