It is never too late to be what you might have been.

A quote attributed to George Elliot & somewhat encouraging not only to the late bloomers of planet earth but also to everyone who wakes up one morning to find that their life has ended up being different than they would like it to be.

Everybody takes stock of their life at certain points along the way. That’s how we fine tune the game plan, though some of us may have operated for great portions of our life cruising on autopilot & letting life happen to us rather than creating it for ourselves.  Looking out through the window pane at life & all of it’s opportunities just passing us by.

I know what that is like. I did that for a long, long time.  I’m the queen of the window view seat.

It’s a glorious day when we decide then to join the game of life again whether we are hurled there in a daze with a thud out of a major life crisis or we arrive there more gently in a gradual and considered fashion.

That moment where perspective changes and suddenly what is possible can be imagined & visualised is the point at which the future begins to unfold with wonder.  The pivotal moment.

There’s something exquisite about stepping into a world of glorious possibilities from the point of a thunderbolt of epiphany.  Such a gift.  The only thing greater than it in this earthly experience is to know love.

So exciting being in a period of reinvention, poised to write a  new script & the sky sparkling with a myriad of options.

The universe has a way of responding with astronishing synchronicities & signs when that happens to light up the new irresistible pathway.

I’ve been toying with actually posting something to this blank blog for some time now. You know how it is. The whole blocked writer thing.

I’ve had an impressive track record of success with self sabotage.

But I digress. I was telling you that this blog, even once it had been created, (and that was after months of existing only in my imagination) stared back at me for some time as nothing more than a blank page.  A wordless would be blog.

Not just this blog either, but several other projects which were all motionless somewhere between brilliant idea & barest foundations.

Suddenly, one day, without warning, a shift.  Epiphany.

Perhaps even, a life changing breakthrough.

A day where I did something . . different.

I stepped out of my cosy but still uncomfortable denial just long enough to ask myself exactly how many more days of my life did I plan to fritter away running my eternal all the reasons why not story to myself .

Foot poised, but,  always finding an excuse to never quite take the step forward into the creative & life possibilities which await me.  Sound familiar?

I was confronted with the fact that I could continue, change nothing, rest upon my excuse filled all the reasons why not story & confidently know that I would watch the rest of my life remain exactly the same, one day ticking into the next, ticking into the next, ticking into the next . . .

A slow death by procrastination.

A funny thing happened when I got honest with myself. I was confronted with the face of my self sabotage masking as writer’s block & procrastination, & I saw that it was in fact nothing but plain garden variety fear. Nothing special. Just fear of being known, seen,  heard, visible, vulnerable, bared, authentic & accountable.  Oh & I forgot. Lol.  Fear of being successful.

The odd thing is that when I looked my fear in the face for what it was, it evaporated, for the larger part of me actually found all of the above. . . appealing.

My own take on it is that we step up when we are ready and in perfect timing.  Whatever the project.  Whatever the dream.  I’ve just taken my sweet time to get here.

So, breaking out of the box & in the process of reinventing myself.

The blogging begins . . .