SKETCHES FROM WHEREVER

I've been putting this off for some time now. I just haven't felt ready. Haven't felt sure. I've been afraid that what I might discover will change me. Challenge me. Even now I don't want to give it much of a voice. Just the thoughts splashing through my mind are hard enough to swim across. I'm often the dreamer. I'm often excitable. And dare I say, in desperate need of adventure. I've been at the edge of the cliff for a while now staring at the blue waters below. Watching others dive off. Back flips. Front flips. Spectacular flips. Splash! I can't do what they do. But can I? Maybe? I've never done a back flip before. Why? No one has ever told me I couldn't. So why haven't I tried? 

This book has been sitting on my shelf for some time now. A book I'm afraid will make me want to try a back flip. I'll take the book down. Thumb through the pages. And place it back on the shelf. This has been the scenario for the past couple years. "Not yet" I think to myself. I'm not ready. 

But now the repetition is wearing.

I'll pull this book off the shelf again. Sometime soon. Sometime this year. And I won't be thumbing through the pages like before. I'll be pouring over them with complete engrossment. I'm ready. I think. YES! I'm ready.