Inspiration and Perspiration

Today I sat down and wrote the first few paragraphs to a fictional story.

There. I did it.

Not sure where it will lead or even what it will be. A short story? A novel? A bunch of words that will sit somewhere in my house for years? I honestly couldn't tell you and that is part of the exercise. The thought of writing an entire novel is, while very exciting, quite daunting. And so I promised myself that I would not let the goal of an end-product keep me from taking the first step. No expectations, no pre-conceived ideas of what I want it to be or what I will eventually get out of it.

Just a start.

I think so often we get caught up in defining what the finish line looks like that we are afraid to just start running and trust that not only is the journey itself the most important thing, but that it is OK for us to change our minds along the way on where the finish line is. And so I begin with no finish line in mind, but the hope that along the way I will feel the wind in my hair and the sun on my face and I will make the time I spend along this journey fun. I'm sure that I'll get a good workout along the way and develope muscles I didn't even know I had.

And at the end of the day, or the race or whatever, I'll be a better, happier, more experienced woman.