350 words. This is what being brave means for me this morning.
After years of running away from the inevitable, I have finally started writing my book! For years, I’ve thought a lot about writing a memoir, but I always stopped short of beginning it, citing a litany of reasons (time, money, energy, inspiration) why I can’t. But today, I’m turning “I can’t” into “I will.”
Because I’m full of stories, and they deserve to be told. Because I want Atticus to have the words, to know who and where he came from. Because I refuse to listen to fear any longer. There is never going to be a “perfect” time to write, but if I’m serious about doing it, then there’s no time like the present. I don’t know if anyone will even want to read it, I have no idea how long it’s going to take, but my goal is to write a little bit each day. Slow, faithful, obedient steps. One word, one paragraph at a time. This morning, it was 350 words. This morning, being brave and rising up means simply beginning.
I wonder what it might look like for you to be brave, to do what you’ve been putting off beginning because of fear or worry? Maybe, just maybe, we can do brave things together? I know I’m really good at losing steam when I’m in the thick of it, when I’m tired, when I’m distracted, when I would rather do anything but write. For this reason, accountability is necessary for me. I need people to remind me to write daily, to encourage me along the way, to help me keep momentum when I’m tempted to go back to “I can’t.” If you need that too, I’d be honored to be that person for you. Because here’s what I know: it’s never too late to begin. All you need to do today is simply start. Take that first step, take the plunge, and trust that tomorrow will bring new grace to take the next step, and the next, and then the next.
Onwards and forwards, friends. Onwards and forwards.