It’s taken almost a year to finally begin this blog. Right from the start, I let myself be assailed by questions. What would I write about? Maybe I could write about my hobbies; art--painting, photography, the montages I had been creating. Music? Sports? No, I wasn't sure I really knew enough about any of them to get me past a dozen or so posts. Maybe about my relationship with the Lord? And then who would want to read what I've written? Pretty presumptuous, no? I'm really not that smart. Probably too old anyway. Isn't blogging just for young folks? Isn't blogging just another Facebook thing? (Not that I understood the workings of Facebook) And is it safe?
I got very introspective. I prayed.
And after figuring I was closer to talking myself out of the whole idea, it came to me that perhaps I could at least read up on the craft of blogging. So, I headed over to the library and got a couple of books, one from the ‘Dummy’ series and another from the ‘Visual QuickProject’ guides. Gradually, I began to feel a little more confident about the whole thing. It seemed fairly simple--not that it was ever the fact that I was afraid of not knowing how to use a computer or anything--heck, I work on a computer. I'm no techie, but I know my way around it. It was more the question of 'should I?'
Anyway, both books helped to tear down a lot of my doubts and both seemed to express that Blogger was probably the best place for a beginner like me to start. I finally decided to charge past the fears, doubts and questions and just begin. It probably won't and doesn't have to be best, the most incredible, most read blog on the web. And that's okay.
So, like a little kid at the back of the diving board, I began to run the plank's length to the edge, take a deep breath, and launch myself. Jump in. Just do it for--
And after figuring I was closer to talking myself out of the whole idea, it came to me that perhaps I could at least read up on the craft of blogging. So, I headed over to the library and got a couple of books, one from the ‘Dummy’ series and another from the ‘Visual QuickProject’ guides. Gradually, I began to feel a little more confident about the whole thing. It seemed fairly simple--not that it was ever the fact that I was afraid of not knowing how to use a computer or anything--heck, I work on a computer. I'm no techie, but I know my way around it. It was more the question of 'should I?'
Anyway, both books helped to tear down a lot of my doubts and both seemed to express that Blogger was probably the best place for a beginner like me to start. I finally decided to charge past the fears, doubts and questions and just begin. It probably won't and doesn't have to be best, the most incredible, most read blog on the web. And that's okay.
So, like a little kid at the back of the diving board, I began to run the plank's length to the edge, take a deep breath, and launch myself. Jump in. Just do it for--
“So why did it take you so long to start?” the little girl asked.
“Well, you know…”
“Scared?”
“Not scared. No. Just cautious. I don’t jump into something just ‘cause everyone else is doing it.”
“Hmm…” You could tell she was a bright little thing by the way she tilted her head to the side and wrinkled her lips in contemplation. Freckles recklessly dotted each side of her nose. Black bangs, two side braids framed clear blue eyes. A little 'Darla' look-alike.
“So what finally got you over your caution?”
“I prayed.”
“Prayed?”
“Yeah, for guidance, direction…”
“God? You prayed to God?” This was something for which she obviously wasn’t prepared. Her little fingers were interlaced in a ball in front of her. Raising her arms above her head, she spun around, ballerina-style, in her shiny patent leathers. “I can dance, you know.” She explained.
“I can see. Ah, yes, you’re very good, too. Do you take lessons?”
She looked at me, her head still quizzically askew. I could tell she probably wasn’t going to answer my question about dance lessons.
“So you think there’s a God, I guess?” she asked.
“Well, sure," now I was taken back. "Doesn't everyone--don't you--”
“What if there’s not?”
“Not what? A God?”
“Right. What if there’s not a God?”
“Hmm.” I had to think about that one. “Well, I guess I just wouldn’t have prayed, is all.”
“Would you still have started a blog?”
“I suppose. But you see, I do believe there is--“
She was skipping away before I could finish. She got five or so skips away, stopped and turned back to me. “Good luck!” she exclaimed with a smile and then performed the ballerina twirl again.
"Thanks," I waved, as she ran off. Somehow I knew I'd see this one again.
"Thanks," I waved, as she ran off. Somehow I knew I'd see this one again.
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