Starting...

Starting is the important thing, right?

I don’t know exactly where this is going to end up, or even what the content of this blog is going to look like. I have no clue what I’ll be doing in five years, whether I’ll still be living paycheck to paycheck in a crappy water-damaged apartment building or struggling to avoid the constant temptations of alcohol and processed bread. I don’t know if I’ll reach my goals, if they’ll change completely, if I’ll still have both my parents, if I’ll no longer be chronically tired, if I’ll feel at peace, if I’ll have a child, or one of those shiny gold bands on my finger. I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going, and I’m totally not okay with it, but always striving to be.

Lately I’m trying to embrace an attitude of forward motion. Nothing else, just motion. Everything else is irrelevant. I can’t control where or when or how I get to wherever it is that I’m going, but I can choose to start the journey. As long as I start, I’m on my way, and you never fail unless you give up. It’s literally impossible to fail unless you give up. Did you know that?

But it’s also okay to give up. Sometimes you have to give up, and you have to fail. And now that snooty voice inside wants me to say that you may think you have given up, lost the path and turned around, but in the grander scheme of things you are still following those greater invisible lines, and you are still moving forward. Forward doesn’t have to be linear. As long as you’re able to start, you’ll always find yourself moving forward.

And on that note, I will call this a wrap. Aren’t first blog posts supposed to outline and define what the purpose of the blog is?