I wonder what the little birds were thinking when they first broke through their shells. Were they scared? Did they have any idea of what was happening? When they stepped out of their eggs, their safe haven, I wonder if they felt like anything and everything was possible. If they did, I suppose I know, on some level, how that feels; the feeling of something new. For those little birds, their new lives in our backyard. For me, the start of this blog. Both are new and unknown. But I like to think that we (the birds and I) know that whatever happens in the coming days and weeks is just the beginning. This is our chance to do anything we want to do. Be anyone we want to be. The beginning of something is exciting, scary and invigorating. Anything could happen, or nothing at all. It is that idea what so fascinates me. It is the unknown. The idea that I could never know what comes next, nor would I want to. It is a part of life and I would not be fully living if I did not brush up against the unknown from time to time. And here I am knocking on the unknown’s door. I have no idea what will happen with this blog, maybe it will become something big or maybe barely anyone will read it. For me, I am not doing this to become something big. I am doing this to share my writing with others, to bring someone a rest bit from their busy lives. As long as I continue to accomplish that in some way, shape or form, then I welcome the unknown. Without it, this would not truly be the beginning of something. And beginnings are a fresh start, and I am ready for something new.
Scribe's Canvas
a place for a little bit of everything
I really enjoyed beginnings because that is how I feel when I start something new. Not all of my beginnings are good for me but. If didn’t have that beginning I would have never have known that.
I really enjoy reading all of your writings.
Thank you so much!