And so the exertion begins...
Similar to a training plan for a 10k race, the first mile is always the hardest. No increase will be as difficult as that initial mile. The jump from 2 miles to 3 miles wasn't nearly as physically trying as that very first mile. After months of laziness and distraction, this is my First Mile. I will work through the awkwardness of forced ideas, and hopefully stumble upon the familiar and comfortable rhythm. It's the perfect arrangement of words developing into a melody that keeps me coming back for more.
I will keep my excuses to a minimum and do my best to keep things interesting. I want to share my experiences, and hopefully communicate my feelings of wonderment and awe related to the roller coaster that is life. I plan to dissect my perspective on different issues, including the complications of human relations, and hopefully persuade others to take a step outside of their own box.
It's baby steps, and most of mine are probably smaller than a 1 year old's stride. I am comfortable in routine and feel most secure when I can anticipate what the future holds. It's time to break the pattern.
It's going to be bumpy, and I'm prepared for frustration and anxiety. But for once, I am not going to let anxiety dissuade me, and in the end hopefully recreate my love affair with writing.
