If you have a sensitive stomach about flesh wounds, please read no further. Go ahead and skip down to the 4th paragraph.
My husband has been out of town for the past three weeks and as those of you who are used to making a meal for two know, making a meal for one is somehow more difficult and less nutritious.
Anyway, there I was trying to pry apart some frozen hamburger paddies with a dull butter knife (cutting toward my hand holding the meat upright), and I slipped! I cut myself with a rounded edge knife! I couldn't believe it. I'm actually really lucky. With the force I was using to pry apart the frozen meat, I would have gone through my hand completely if I had been using a sharp knife.
I called my hubby (who is hundreds of miles away) and he walked me through cleaning my wound and keeping it closed (or else I would break my "no-stitches ever" record). Now, after some painful cleansing with alcohol and some antibiotic cream, my hand is a little stiff, but I'll survive. The only real tragedy is that participating in the punching portion of kickboxing classes just got a lot more challenging.
So, the reason why I've not been blogging. From a time standpoint, I have been spending all of my time on my novel. AND I sort of forgot my username and password. Did I mention that I am very organized? Excuses, excuses! I didn't really say this was a good explanation. Well, here I am and hopefully with a new dedication to sharing my life with all of you wonderful people.
I've been wanting to write a book ever since I was a little girl, only, I didn't really have the courage to put myself out there and be vulnerable. In fact, my blog has not been public because I was scared that no one would care to visit me. The only people who had access to it were those who already knew my blog existed and where to find it.
I am tired of being scared and not taking risks.
Who cares what other people think? Who cares if I fail?
I have sheltered myself against failure with mediocrity and I'm at a point where I can't move forward unless I show a little more gumption and "caution to the wind."
This has all been a long time coming and I'm glad that it's finally happening for me.
I encourage any one who is reading this to not let your life pass you by because you're scared. You will get older with more responsibility and more commitments and then one day, you'll wake up and realize that you are mortal, and you'll have a list of things you've always wanted to do and have never done.
Make your time here extraordinary. Take risks. Be who you want to be. It's a choice.