Why Now
Because there are only so many times you can walk the length of the diving board, reconsider the plunge and inch back to the ladder.
Because I have had my share of repeatedly deferred and eventually abandoned plans and projects. And I don’t want it any more. So I am jumping in.
Begin somewhere.
You cannot build on what you intend to do.
You cannot plough a field by turning it over in your mind.
Gordon B. Hinckley
When Mom took me for my first library card, it was the equivalent of being entrusted with the keys to the car and an open invitation to hit the road. Books took me everywhere. I took them everywhere, too. That’s how my life-long love of language began, as I read, wrote, illustrated, played with possibilities. Above you see some of the notes jotted through the years, the anecdotes scribbled and journals kept. I have had the idea that some day I would turn them into one form or another, and send them out into the world to speak helpfully to others.
That is why now. I have read often about how to write. Either I put aside fears of the unknown and jump in now, or I will continue to remain in risk-free safety at the side of the pool, rereading once again the books I have already reread many times over, as I dither over the best way to strike out. Which would mean that the Perfect would once again be the enemy of the Good Enough.
I choose to jump in.
Now.