Lemonade & Silver Linings

I have a series of notebooks I’ve started, yet very few are filled to the last page. A new notebook represents promise to me — the promise of creating something, of sorting things out, of learning and growing. Most of the time, my initial enthusiasm falters. Life happens. Seasons change. Variables shift.

When I come to my senses, instead of picking up a notebook in progress, I begin a new one. It makes sense then, that I’d be here, starting another website, another writing project, another delving into my existence instead of using one of the aforementioned websites.

It appears some things never change. I haven’t changed. Yet I truly believe change is the only constant in life. I expect it and like to believe I’ve always embraced it. Fighting change has never made sense to me unless the change looming ahead is in some way destructive. But fighting for change? Yes, most definitely. Especially when something or someone I care about is at risk. I include myself as that someone.

So, here I am, again, ready to fight and likely to bare my soul in the process. It will probably get messy. Anything worth fighting for usually is, though, isn’t it?

I’m expecting that being here and putting thoughts into words will help clean up the mess. Perhaps others may find what I’m learning interesting if not useful.

I hope so.