It's Not Too Late

It's a cool Saturday morning. The sky is overcast and heavy with clouds filled with silvered bits of rain. For some, this is a sign to curl up for the day and ignore the outside world. For me, it's a sign that this may just be my kind of day.

I said that I'd blog more, and here I am sitting in a fluffy large brown chair, legs tucked beneath me, and the glow of my laptop before me. It's not too late.

I've been a bit dry on inspiration for awhile and it's time to correct this immediately. I've watched too long while others (whom I adore) stretch their newly hatched wings to dry and then set off for greater heights. I'm not saying I am aiming for great heights. Frankly speaking, I'm not a fan of heights, but at least climbing up the next hill to see what's in the valley beyond isn't such a bad deal. Who knows what I'll find there.

I am surrounded by inspirational people. Those who I am happy to call friends or colleagues at the least. You would think that would make it easier to be inspired, but sometimes you instead feel as if you stand among giants or you're a background singer lending support. It's much harder to stand out as your own shining star when surrounded by many in a constellation of talent. But, it's not too late to shine a little brighter, dig a little deeper, and stop singing back up. I don't need accolades or fame, just to feel as if I've regained a bit of lost momentum and passion.

I am a writer. I write. I have always written from the time I was a child. I have stories aplenty to be told and one way or another, they will be told. The journey is in the telling of the tale. My focus is just a bit different than it once was.

For now though, this will have to do. I have some bacon-wrapped goat cheese stuffed dates to make for a party. I'll be thinking of what to write next while I do it and most likely burn myself a little, but I'll just consider it suffering for my art.