Where do I begin? I don’t even know where because I am writing this without thinking of anything at all to write! And now I just told my nine year old to not look over my shoulder when I write and she got ticked off and went to go sit alone. Sigh, danged if I do, danged if I don’t. Anyway, beginning is hard and easy. I love beginning new things, new projects, new ideas, new school years, new relationships, new exercise routines, recipes, anything really! I love beginning. Ending is harder for me. I have a hard time pushing through sometimes to the end. Except in writing. I never think of an ending in writing because I hope it will never end. I hope writing will never have an ending for me because I look forward to it. I love the release and the feeling of creation. I love the small response I get every once in awhile. I love the feeling of something coming out on paper that I never even expected! I just love writing. I am so glad I began writing when I did. That I was reinspired a few years ago and definitely shocked over where my writing had gone. I was involved in research writing for college which I loved, but now my writing is completely different. Not worse or better, just different. I hope I will always be beginning at writing. I hope I won’t ever be too prideful or vain or some other thing so that I won’t take advice or be willing to begin again.
This picture was taken somewhere in Iowa, I believe. I loved that there was a definite beginning but no end.