Excuses, Be Gone!

This past week, I saw an incredible dancer on America's Got Talent.  You may have seen him too. Alonso "Turf" Jones was homeless for 2 years so he could dance on the street for donations. I can just imagine how many of his friends and family thought he was crazy and probably told him outright he should get a real job. His mom even kicked him out of the house when he graduated school and said he wanted to dance, but he never gave up. I am completely awestruck by his dedication and commitment to his dream and will be rooting for him to win.
My dream is to be a professionally published writer. Of course I would love to be the next J.K. Rowling, or even E.L. James, but I would be ecstatic writing advertising copy. Writing is the one thing (besides being a mom) that I have always known I wanted to do. However, I have let FEAR keep me from pursuing my dream. For forty years I have let self-criticism and doubt paralyze my pen. So four months ago, I quit my job to chase this seemingly crazy idea that I could start a career as a writer. Pretty good, huh? I thought so too, except -I still have a million excuses for not having written a thing outside of this blog. I won't even bother laying them on you, they are lame, lame, lame. Hearing Turf's story has given me the cosmic kick-in-the-butt I need. I'm going all in starting today. Dignity and pride be damned, I will write. Heart and soul baring, gut-wrenching, corny, passionate, brilliant, or moot. I give it to you, the reader to pass judgement. And I humbly thank you. Now go follow your dream. Go.