Sometimes I go to my site, just to check it out. I have slowly come to understand that the blog fairy never visits to publish a post. How disappointing that it always looks the same as when I last stopped by. I’m new at this blogging thing and just starting to realize that posts don’t magically appear, just like my laundry doesn’t do itself. (Oh, to have my very own household fairy!)
When I was six or so, I took swimming lessons. Apart from the splashing about and the doggy-paddling, we were forced encouraged to jump off the high diving board. The instructor would hold up a long padded pole with a loop on the end for us to hold on to as we plummeted leapt. When you are six, looking down into the pool makes you feel like you are way waaay up high in the sky and that the water is very veeery far below you. Talk about daunting. It always took me a few inhales and exhales before mustering up the courage to jump.
I started this blog not really knowing whether I really wanted it. I certainly enjoy reading blogs, but did I want to write one? And what would I write about? Would I feel inspired enough to publish regularly? Did I want anyone to read my random thoughts?
This all feels a bit like standing on the edge of a high diving board, taking a deep breath… and leaping in.