Time to Write

 Okay.  It's time to write.  Everything.  

I gotta just do it.

I have had these words draped around me for so long that they will simply drown me if I do not let them go.

I have so much to say, but my physical voice is not an adequate conveyance mechanism, and has failed to reach even the closest ears.  Other human beings completely fail to understand me, as if I speak another language.  I have been struggling with a way to express myself clearly, to share myself with the world and create positive connections.  

I keep returning to the creative concept of writing.  I have experienced a multitude of things, good and bad; I have a unique point of view and catalog  of experiences, and I may just be able to help someone else with my words.  Writing will be the form of expression in which I finally find a voice that is audible, above the noise of doubt.  

I have actually been writing for years, but am not sure if I've been doing it correctly.  I mean, is there a correct way to do it?  I suppose there is.  At least, there is that class of people who believe there is a correct way to do everything, so they'd say there is a correct way.  Those people may just have to excuse me, while I get the cobwebs out of the corners of my head.  I'm afraid the cobwebs might suffocate me.  I need to get the gears turning, the juices flowing. If I never get moving, I'll never move.  Seems moot.

So, what kind of writing do I want to do?  Do I absolutely have to choose a genre? I don't want to peg myself in a hole I can't get out of.  I want to write lyrics, tell stories, give my opinion, float ideas.  I want to share what I know, what I've been through.  I want to talk to my loved ones.  I want to help and hope and create and dream and be alive through words.  I want to inspire, and be inspired.  I want to keep an eternal journal between myself and the world.  Would you read it?

I believe everyone is out here, trying to find themselves.  I believe we all  have something beautiful, something magical we can give to the world.  Some gift that will last and bloom.  I believe I am a writer.  I believe I have always been a writer, but I was asleep for a while.  A lot of life circumstances assisted in my slumber, but the Sun is finally rising on what is possible for me.  

I have been living under the assumption that only a certain number of humans are allowed to reach their full potential of self-expression, and this is absolutely not the case.  The only obstacle to realizing my own potential has been my lack of self-confidence and Personal Power.  I have no one to blame for my lack of expressive fulfillment but myself.  So, here we are.  

I am writing this today because I need to write.  I need to blow out the cobwebs, get the gears turning, shoo the bats from the bellfry.  I need to get my parts moving.  I want to share. 

I expressed my desire to write to my BFF, whose only response was "Do it!", in his unabashed, no-nonsense, full-support sort of way.  Just. Do. It.  (No offense, Nike).  So, here goes.  And why not?

I was sitting in front of the TV, watching The Price Is Right.  I like the old reruns, with Bob Barker.  As I watched the Showcase Showdown, my mind drifted to this topic, of writing.  I allowed myself to fall into the fantasy for a while, and I began to visualize myself receiving checks in the mail for my writing.  Then, more checks arrived.  Then, more checks.  I sat there, visualizing myself physically getting paid for my expressions through writing.  The most serene and grateful feeling came over me.  I was awash with surprise, gratitude and relief.  I began to realize that I can live the exact life I want, through writing.  I continued to visualize my life being secure, fulfilling and financially more stable than I could dream, all with my special gift of words.  I am so grateful, blessed and humbled to have had this realization.  These visualizations, and the feeling that accompanied them, were so strong, so real, I have no choice but to believe them to be prophetic.  I believe my visualizations to be true.  

My calling has finally returned to me.  Now, I must exercise.  I have to get in shape, for the big jobs.  I have to work out often, maintaining my form.  This Blog will be my gym, and I where I will come to work out and stay fresh.  

The name of this Blog is Midlife Madness and Other Things, which is a great name for a gymnasium for the mind.  This will be a great place for me to stretch out my thoughts, bring them into the light, so I can really examine them closely.  I hope I can find someone to be my gym partner, maybe find inspiration in the work I do. 

I want to create a symbiosis with the world, taking experiences and giving love and joy and creativity.  I'd love to be a story someone wants to know.  I want to be an example of how to create the life you and you alone truly want.  I want to do that for me, anyway.  

I refuse to allow the spark of today's inspiration die.  I felt my visualization so intensely, there is not the slightest possibility that it is not true.  My work will help someone.  Someone, maybe more than one, will finally hear what I have to say; it will no longer be a mystery.  I will be heard, I will help, I will share.  These words, and many, many more, have been waiting so long to bust out on the scene.  

Get ready, World.  My calling returned to Me.  🙏💫🙌