I found a paper I wrote over 15 years ago where I penned my desire to write. Because I lacked determination then, it did not happen. This time I am determined. This blog will not be grand like this new stadium, but it will be mine; a piece of me like a name inscribed on a tile floor at the entrance of the stadium which acknowledges someone contributed in a small way to the greater good. I hope my daily writings will do the same, even if I have to stay up till midnight to do so.
June 1, 1999: I have to write--I just have to. I
have waited far too long for the perfect day, lots of time, beautiful scenery,
no interruptions. These things rarely exist all at the same opportune time so here I am. I just have to begin. I am going to jump in midstream,
surrounded by chaos and hope for some words of sanity to pop out. I have a wonderful life: handsome
husband, five beautiful children, a pretty home, but something inside me wants
more from me. All
the feelings and passions I have need to come out and that’s where the writing
comes in. Deep down inside me I
know there are words that long to be written on a page. I can never say them out loud at the
right moment, nor would they flow the way I want them to. Yet, on paper, I believe I can pen my
very heart and soul. In the end,
maybe I’ll discover more of who I am, besides the obvious answers. Don’t take me wrong. I am grateful for all that I am so far,
but I desire to be so much more. I
want to be better, feel deeper, reach further, and become whoever I am finally
supposed to be. Just as a friend
of mine hikes to the top of Vernal Falls in breathtaking Yosemite, covered with
wetness from the spray of the falls and says he feels "absorbed in nature", I
must find what truly absorbs me.
I feel like a sponge-porous and, though not new, I am fresh with holes
not filled.
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