I am finding the prospect of my first post to be rather daunting, how exactly do you begin to put in writing, let alone out into the unknown your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, your fears. It is hard enough to confide in our loved ones yet alone to expose ourselves to a whole new audience. What exactly is my intent, do I want to heard by those who love me or do I just want the rather anonymous world of online to swallow me whole.
Maybe I should start with why I want to do this blog. It has always been a desire of mine to write something, do something meaningful with my thoughts. Recently I was part of a conversation with some of the beloved people in my life. Two of my friends, A & M, after too many espresso martinis turned the dinner conversation to predictions for 2013. The aim was to predict what the next year would hold for us & then the rest of the table would say their prediction for us. In true style I did not take the task seriously however my prediction for myself was that 2013 was going to be a year of Plan B, Plan A hasn’t exactly turned out the way I had envisioned & when things are not moving in the direction you are so set forth on, perhaps it is time to change the direction ever so slightly, get out of your comfort zone. One of the other predictions for me, given so graciously & wisely by A was that I would write something. So here I am, its 2013, I have started this blog, taken the step, it may not be prose worthy of J.D Sallinger or could be likened to Haruki Murakami but my wish for this endeavour is for it to just manifest organically & see where it takes me.
As for Plan B, it has been upgraded. I am truly lucky to be part of a tribe of amazing people who you know & have in life but you do not quite fully comprehend just how important, nurturing & quite simply just how much they make your heart glow with joy, open your soul to the goodness & sunshine in life until you sit back embrace that life is all about making progress. It is never about perfection. It is about the journey, the constant struggling to find this immeasurable balance between perfection & happiness, as if the two are mutually exclusive.
Quite possible though, life may just be about being imperfectly perfect.