I can start for real.
That's what I am beginning to believe. I can go after my dreams. And after them again as they change.
And I can start now.
Now, not next week, next year, next lifetime.
And I want so much. And that's okay. The more fulfilled I am, the more I have to give.
Writing, mothering, expressive arts, farming, knitting, being in community, and lots of other good stuff.. that's where my heart is these days.
I'm going to start this weekend by getting a dog. I'm scared, full of doubt, and it may turn out to be a mistake, but the idea excites me, and I've been thinking about it for a long time, so I'm going to try.
And I've got lots more to try after that.
What are your dreams?
(I know I don't have any readers yet, but these are the kinds of questions I want to ask, so why not start now, and who knows who might drop by!)