Learning How to Fly
So my friend Kristi, over at the Fantastic Spatula, started a post about the resolutions she had made for 2010 and how the year seems to be flying.
All I can say is “AMEN Sister!”
Not only have I set lofty goals this year, but I am determine to drive myself around the bend to accomplish them AND take as many people with me as possible.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel with my novel, my blogging is going, AND, on a lark, I applied to write for an on-line newspaper and they said yes. (BTW, you can find me at the Examiner.com. Be sure to tell all your friends. This is a paying gig. Every eye counts!)
Yes, I’m running full speed at the looming edge of the cliff. No, I have no intention of slowing down. Douglass Adams wisely said, “Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
Well, I’m learning how to fly. Truthfully? It’s a mixture of terror, euphoria, anxiety, and faith. I’m not bi-polar, yet. But I might be by the end of it all.