Change

I can smell it in the air a little now, just a whiff here and there. And across the bridge to work this morning, looking over the treeline as I whiz by I notice in passing how the green is starting to yellow. Fall is on the way, creeping slowly into the landscape. Changing the look and feel of the world I live in, bringing the nip of cold that isn’t quite freezing.

I think of wool skirts, knee high boots, tights and jackets. My mind wanders to pumpkin patches filled with children exclaiming over the type of jack-o-lantern they want to make. The inevitable one child whose heart, imagination and will are so much bigger than their little hands and legs can handle. I dream of bonfires and apple cider and Little Lasses very first Trick-or-Treating.

And for the first time ever my heart skips a beat at the thought of the season, a new and different experience. So maybe, just maybe the change this year is more than the leaves and the landscape. Maybe this year it’s a change in my spirit as well.

Five Minute Friday
Every Friday for 5 minutes members of the blogging community writes on a subject.

We set a timer and just write whatever comes to mind. We don’t worry about grammar, punctuation and whether is looks right or not. We just write because it’s what we love to do.

5 minutes. No proof-reading. No going back to edit. Just write.

 

Five Minute Friday – Join

Again I’m late both for a Friday post and for not really posting for over a month.

Five Minute Friday
Every Friday for 5 minutes members of the blogging community writes on a subject.

We set a timer and just write whatever comes to mind. We don’t worry about grammar, punctuation and whether is looks right or not. We just write because it’s what we love to do.

5 minutes. No proof-reading. No going back to edit. Just write.

Todays subject is Join.

Start:

I sometimes find that gaining entry into a community is one of the hardest things to do. Any community really.

Finding Mommy Friends, finding friends in the blogging community, and getting involved in the neighborhood. I always feel as though there’s a roadblock I’m not seeing. I realize that’s likely mostly my insecurities talking, but often I keep myself from commenting or speaking out for fear of saying something that sounds foolish, trivial or like I’m blathering on just to hear or see myself talk. The downside to that behavior? The idea that others form that I’m unapproachable, a lurker, or that I just don’t have much to contribute.

In short I have a fear of being… well… boring.

But all one can do really is to keep trying, keep putting yourself out there and trust that in time you’ll be discovered for the amazing, unique person you really are. Join the fray and keep swimming. It’s a good thing I’m great at treading water.

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