I have decided to do something I fear, something that terrifies me. I’ve decided to write a blog post every day for a month! I don’t care if it’s long or short (ok, they’re probably going to trend toward shorter rather than longer). I don’t care if no one reads them (ok, actually I do care deeply, . . . and, in a way, I don’t care at the same time — I’m not doing this for other people, but as a personal challenge). I may I write about only putting my shoes in the morning, as long as I use really compelling sentences describing it.
OK, I got that off my chest. I was making myself nearly sick thinking about it, but now that I have released this thought into the wild, I feel lighter and brighter.
The fear is always going to be there. What fear? I fear that not only others will not like what I write, but I won’t like it either. I fear that my parents, who read all of my blog posts, will be disappointed. I fear that I may run out of ideas. But fear is also an intangible thing — invisible. I can’t knock it down, I can’t even gobsmack it. All I can do feel it and write anyway. I may resort to the weather from time to time, because the weather is one of my favorite subjects. I’ll try not to, but I make no promises.
The die has been cast. I have picked an arbitrary date — today, September 1 to begin this daily blog post challenge. Hey, that’s one post down! Whaddaya know about that?!