Feeling Frozen

You know that feeling of horror you get when starting a new notebook? Well, I do. Starting this blog feels at least ten times worse. What I've found is that simply putting words on the page helps release things again. These words may not mean much to the reader, but to me, they mean the pressure is off.

I always seem to freeze up when sharing online. I just don't do it.

I was watching my 2-year-old daughter play on our piano last night. It was going as you might expect, her discordant notes pinging off the walls. But as she sat, centered on the bench, she pulled out my seven-year-old's music books and set them up, clearly imagining herself playing the music.

I watched her, realizing that this business I want to start is like that. My first notes are bound to be discordant and off the wall, but they will be the notes I am capable of playing. The futures my two-year-old and I are imagining are only possible because we imagined them in the first place. I may be in the initial stage of imagining, but that is an essential first step in the whole endeavour.