Musings

I need to be writing. Wait, that's not right. I feel I should be writing. Should I? Why "should" on myself? What are the consequences if I don't write? I suppose for one, the myriad of ideas which are tumbling about in my mind, each deafening in its own right, will continue to drive me in this direction, then that direction, then ultimately nowhere at all.

Also, I believe, I really believe, that I have some ideas which others will find of interest, entertaining, and enlightening, if only I will present them to them. Ah, the beginning is the hardest, isn't it?

And so, as through a glass darkly I strive to see and release my inner vision(s), the procrastination must cease, and I, I must take the road less traveled by, and that will make all the difference.