A New Chapter

Time to begin writing.

Open the book. Turn the page. Pen to paper.

What is the next chapter? 

Is there drama? Conflict? Intrigue?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that in order to continue my story I need forward motion. Some type of momentum. And that generally means change. Intentional. Meaningful. Challenging.

Otherwise everything stays the same.

I've spent most of my life that way. The same. Letting life happen. Repeating the same chapter. Probably repeating the same paragraph.

I suppose I was hoping someone else might read between the lines for me. But no else can write my narrative.

So it's easier to just stop dreaming. There's no room for new words let alone margin for new hopes. It feels pointless and a bit foolish to try.

I understand. I've been there. Some days I still am.

Trapped by circumstances. Tangled up in problems. Overwhelmed by needs.

Life is like that.

But if today I discover one thing. Pursue one interest. Take one action step. Who knows where it might lead?

There will be no new page if I don't write it.

Five years ago I signed up for an online art class. I didn't plan to sell art, build a website or write a blog. In retrospect I couldn't have imagined or even dreamed of that. I just leaned in with arms wide open.

To my surprise that one sentence grew into a paragraph. That paragraph morphed into essays. And suddenly I had a story-line.

I believe that can be true of each of us. What words are calling you? What ideas?

Why not start your rough draft today?

You can edit later.