It was a rainy, warm New Year's Day in Tennessee. Misty and moody and the perfect setting for contemplation (and also for watching Lord of the Rings). So without really realizing it, that's what I did. And I decided that this is the year the timing is right and taking chances pays off. Not in a financial way, or a way anyone else will recognize, but in a happiness way. Which is always better, of course.
Over the past couple of months, this blog has been crickets and tumbleweeds. I've started a lot of posts, but haven't finished them. Haven't brought myself to publish them for everyone else (Hi, Mom.) to see. I haven't been lugging my camera around with me, and I haven't done anything that cool or gone to any new places, really. Nothing anyone cares about, is what I kept telling myself.
But on New Year's Day, I decided that there isn't enough time in my Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays for excuses. There's not enough room in my life's timeline for wondering whether or not I should try something, or do something, or say something. I decided it's time to get back to documenting the everydayness - something I care about deeply.
My thinking got me thinking about other people—people I know, and people I don't. I started wondering about what other people are wondering about trying or doing, and what excuses they've told or are telling themselves. It made me think about the elevator scene in You've Got Mail, when it gets stuck, and the people on the elevator start saying, "If I ever get out of here, I'll _______." (Everything always comes back to You've Got Mail, guys. You know that.)
I think we all need an elevator moment to rip off the Hello Kitty bandaid and start doing the things we've been waiting to do. That moment of clarity when we realize there's no room in our lives for wishy-washy. It's time to get our eyes lasered!
What if my great grandma (or Grandma the Great, as I used to call her) hadn't tried painting? I wouldn't have a beautiful painting of mountains and a river and fall trees hanging over my fireplace—something I cherish. What if the person who owns The Perch hadn't decided to take a risk and open a crepe stand? I never would have sipped the world's best iced coffee. What if Nora Ephron hadn't put pen to paper? Harry never would have met Sally.
What if... well, you get what I'm saying.
All of this rambling to say, do the thing, whatever it is. Someone, even if it's just you, might be missing out on something really wonderful if you don't.
On that rainy New Year's Day, I happened upon this quote, and it was decided. I'm back, dear blog. I'm back.
-Maggie (the journaler)
P.S. What are you waiting for?