Why did I promise that I would write? What do I have to say? Who do I think is going to read this? I don't know the answers to any of those questions. I just know that I am drawn to write, but yet I don't because I don't have the answers to those questions. Those answers represent the great unknown to me. And the unknown is something that I fear. That fear keeps me enslaved. Keeps me bound to the comfortable world of what I know. The world of what I was brought up on, being safe, secure, take no risks that could land you in places that aren't 'safe'. And I am finding I don't like that. Not that I don't like being comfortable, or safe. Those are things I enjoy very much. But I don't like the feeling of being bound, the enslavement that goes along with it, the suffocation and the feeling that I am not really living. So I am going to face that fear, make a stand, step out and do something about it.
That is why I am writing. If no one reads it, if no one responds to it, well maybe, I chose the wrong venue or maybe that writing was just for me. I don't know. But I know one thing I have discovered in the few minutes since I started this writing. That writing fuels my thinking. And with that fuel I was able to realize yet one more thing about myself. And that 15 minutes was 15 minutes well spent.
