As I sit and try to prepare my brain, find my inspiration and prep my fingers to write all the magical blogs and inspirational stories, all locked up inside of me – I find myself getting excited about a topic -then asking why.

Not the why of writing. That is easy. Cuz I am a 43 year old woman and I want to.  But there is so much to write about – so why that story? Why that article?

So my aha this morning is – I can put a commitment behind each story, acknowledging what I learned, the lesson, the take away; so that someone reading it may actually walk away with something useful.

But then again, if I were a good enough writer, I probably wouldn’t have to think so hard; I’d just write. The stories and the lessons, would be evident, and tell themselves.

So, I’ll just write. But until things get a little easier, until my stories and tales are evidently clear without me having to spell it out, I do make a commitment to try and be very prescriptive about why I am telling what I am telling.

I have a feeling that end of day, the lesson will likely be for just me anyhow.

Peace out.