Today’s question I ask to myself: Does every beginning need a beginning?
In the past, every time I’ve sat down to write, I felt like I had to explain why I had stopped writing previously and why I’m starting to write again.
Maybe it was because I felt the need to explain myself to the few people who read my words. Maybe it was because there had been so many large gaps between each writing session that I feel like a new person compared to the person who last wrote. Or maybe maybe it was a way of forgiving myself.
Either way, here I sit, having started down the writing journey again with a new goal, not to write a book but to become a writer. Not apologizing to myself or apologizing to you, the reader, for not writing, but making a promise that I will become a writer, that I am slowly but surely becoming who I want to be, that I’m pushing past fears.
Past unspoken fears have led to unspoken thoughts, and those fears have driven my do’s and don’ts, my words and my silence. It’s a reason why my writing process takes so long, why it’s taken me years to fulfill promises I’ve made to myself. FEAR.
Failure. Escape. Acceptance. Relationships.
All things that scare me. All things that motivate me.
-Cliff
Cliff’s Note: A prayer: While my words are not solutions, may they be a nightlight, a friend and a reassuring, ‘It’s going to be okay.'‘