October 02, 2010

I’ve been timidly waiting on the side lines of my dreams.

Waiting for them to come to me.

No more.
It’s time to jump in – heart first.

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August 02, 2010

No more opportune time could have presented itself.  The words found me.  Writing on a simple piece of paper.  The rhythm trapped me.  The words called to me.  I began to read and soon lost myself.

But who could have written this?  Whose writing flowed so smoothly?  Whose writing swept me away?

It was MY handwriting.  But surely those were not MY words.  So strong, so confident, so full of distinctive grace.

It couldn’t be possible.  Not when only days ago I had finally found the courage to admit my talent, if ever I held any, was lost forever.

I had subjugated my dreams to mediocrity, the admission leaving me numb.  I gave into weakness.  I was ready and willing to believe the worst.

It was time to stop trying.  Time to face the truth and put down my pen.

But now, through the power of words, through the power of MY words, I have reignited hope.

It is not time to give up.

I need only begin again.

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As you can see, the middle note was written a few months ago – hand-written in a journal.  I found it a couple days ago and thought I would share it.  I keep meeting amazing people with profound insight, I run across quotes, writings, books with the same message; no matter where I turn I keep running into my old dreams.  For one reason or another the universe seems to be telling me, “DON’T GIVE UP!! IT’S NEVER TOO LATE!”  And you know what?  I think it’s the truth.