Thoughts on Words

Writing means presenting. In words. New ideas. Taking a stand, choosing the angle, asking the questions that get answers so that each sentence has substance and is supported. By an idea. By who I am. By what I stand for. By what I decide to say I stand for. Each idea marks a decision. Each decision must be reached by my thoughts alone. Well not alone – after contemplating the entire universe, or as much of it as I can keep in my vision at one time. But ultimately, by me. I am tired of just asking questions. And I am tired of being the team member that catalyzes and cheers but never reaches far enough or fast enough. Just as I always know the directions when I’m alone, so I will go forth with that trust in myself. So I will write, read, listen and travel.

Starting now. Because it's never too late. And I won't look back. Because change is constant, transition may never temporary, and temporary has never been more wonderful.