It doesn’t matter what the dream is. It’s not relevant to what I’m writing.
It’s relevant that the dream exists and that I’m frozen. I’m not even sure how to take the baby steps. Where do I start?
Well, that’s not entirely true. I have a book… A jumping off point…
There’s a dream and then there’s observations and random statements from complete strangers saying I should go for it.
I know I’m a dork but I must confess to you that I’m extremely comfortable with mediocrity, with not succeeding, not trying and not being noteworthy. Sliding under the radar.
It’s peculiar to me that of all the things, the passions and desires that I have bundled inside that this one thing would be the one I’m supposed to pursue.
Is this my calling? Is this to be the footprint my life will inevitably be drawn around? Well, the one beyond being wife and mom. Not that I even want anything beyond that. I really don’t.
And what if I can’t pull my head out and get to work?
What If is my nemesis.
Alright… I’m on it. I might as well start now.