Blogging was a good idea.
For about five days.
Only four people knew that I was at it again. When I decided to close up shop and quit this whole blogging thing, I imagined my husband and three closest friends nodding knowingly. I had a track record for flings. My momentary crushes were familiar. And so was my cheating.
Then The Nester posted this video on her site, and I watched it early one Saturday morning as I leaned against the kitchen counter, water falling on burnt toast.
I decided that the coward in me was getting way too much airtime.
So what if I failed? And what was the point really? Hadn’t I committed to this whole blogging thing as a way to grow as a writer? And sure, there would be days that the ideas would shrivel up, and the words would skip town, but the real trick was committing.
Practice. Experiment. Risk.
And find the courage to fail.