The deep end.

If I were my own best friend I would tell myself to….

…jump in already.

***If this blog were a giant swimming pool I would share with you that I tiptoed into the edge of it about 3 months ago. I got my toes wet and waded in up to my ankles. And there I have sat. The water was a little cold. I hung out on the edge and got used to it. I watched the rest of the pool. Feet in, rest of me out. Not really content, but stuck.  

You see, I didn’t know what to write about. I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I was nervous about drawing again. I couldn’t come up with a “great idea.” I couldn’t think of anything that would really change my life or anyone else’s. I pretty  much thought anything I posted would suck (Sorry mom, if you’re reading this, I can’t think of a better word than ‘suck’ to describe this.)

So I waited for inspiration. And I waited. And I waited. And the funny thing is… nothing really happened. Except maybe my toes turned into prunes waiting in the water (you know that weird thing that happens when your fingers and toes get all wrinkly when you’ve been in the water for awhile – what’s that all about anyway??). 

Finally, this week, I realized I just need to jump in. I miss this space. I miss the interaction with you wonderful people who read this. My writing and drawing are a bit rusty, my mind is a bit dusty, but who cares?!?! You gotta start somewhere!  

Is there anything you’ve been putting off? Have you waded into the shallow end and sat watching the deep end with some mix of envy and trepidation while your toes turned into prunes? Care to join me in the deep water??? (cue the sound of Tarzan yelling, see the flash of skin and lycra that goes whizzing by, then nothing but a giant joyous splash…) 

I’m back! 🙂