Starting a blog seems impossible.
I know I want to write.
I know I want to reflect.
Yet a commitment to something new feels like I have already failed. I have tried something new in the past and not followed through. But I have already declared I am not the person I was nine months ago. I am not even the person I was yesterday. So failure in my past does not dictate my future.
I come from a long line of people who “knew they could write” and who always were waiting for their big opportunity. Ten years went by, then twenty, thirty. No book, no articles, no poetry.
I have, until this moment in my life, lived without regrets. I am confident in the decisions I made, the life I have made, the family that surrounds me.
So now I am in the process of finding something new. A new identity. A new purpose. Something that feels relevant and true. Right now, all I have is my thoughts and experiences, so I start with that. I pray that this process of reflection will lead me to something, I do not even have a glimmer of what that something is. But a failure to begin, is a failure in itself.