Ok, so now there are currently multiple roadblocks, life-size, in fact, that this writing journey has run up against. One popped up as a married daughter with health issues who needs me to shepherd her through the maze of hospital mumbo-jumbo. The other, even worse roadblock, stopped the entire family in mid-breath. Our young teenage grandson and 2 of his friends were shot last night as they drove down a quiet residential street. One boy was killed, one shot in the leg, and our boy was shot in the head. Miraculously, the .38 bullet that hit our grandson missed his spine by a cm and the artery by less than that. The bullet is lodged in his jaw for now. The shooter himself was caught quickly and is only 18 years old himself. We’ve heard that he was/is a college cheerleader. These 2 roadblocks are practically the sole topics of family conversation, with every fragment of information being picked over and picked over, in the hopes that we can gain understanding and regain our balance. No time right now to consider doing anything else.
It’s that first word, that first phrase, that is hardest to put down in print. It’s as tough to depress the initial letter on the keyboard as it is to dip your little piggy in an icy early spring puddle. Both require courage and the ability to overcome hesitancy and objection. The law of inertia holds true for human behavior as well as for inanimate objects, doesn’t it. If that’s the axiom, does the corollary, once I get really started, mean the amount of energy I use to keep going will be minimal, and it will take waayyy more energy to make me stop? One can only hope so.
I hardly KNOW where to begin. I feel like an elephant mired in quicksand, trying like hell to pull myself out of whatever is holding me back. I might be losing ground, sinking slowly, but getting this blog underway bit by bit, gives me hope that firmer ground is reachable if I just keep up the struggle. Know what I mean?