Oh boy! What have I gotten myself into?!
On Saturday, October 7, 2017, I decided that the books I’ve been so longing to write must be written. The thought was not the fleeting desire I have become so accustomed to for the past few years. This time, the desire was intense, definitive and persistent. Shaking the feeling was no longer a possibility. The desire begged for action and promises would not suffice. Indeed, there have been many broken promises I have made to myself in relation to writing.
Getting started is always the hard part, of course. It’s relatively easy to come to a decision; but much harder to implement it, especially when the outcome is unknown. And that’s the basis for most of our fears anyway, isn’t it? Fear of the unknown. That, and its evil twin sister, fear of failure.
I attended a funeral earlier this week and the pastor recounted a riddle he heard along the way:
“Five frogs are sitting on a log. Four decide to jump off. How many are left?”
One, obviously! My math can’t be that deficient.
The answer (to my surprise) was five frogs. You see, those four frogs only decided to jump. Jumping, however, is a whole other story.
And so it was with me for a long time. I decided to write a book years ago, but year after year would pass and alas, no book.
So what was so special about Saturday, October 7, 2017?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. There were no bright flashing lights, no audible voice came from heaven and the earth did not shake. Only God knows why certain dimensions of progression are unlocked for our benefit at a certain time. But when the fog has cleared and you can see clearly what must be done, how asinine it must be to sit and wait patiently for fog to return.
So I’ve begun to put pen to paper and fingertips to keyboard in pursuit of that which has been in pursuit of me.
What has been in pursuit of you? Is there something you have been putting off ? Think it’s time to DO something about it? Let me know! I’d be happy to hear from you.