For the first time…

I have considered not even starting-

Wait. That is a lie.

At the very least, I should be practicing honesty.

I have thought about not starting a gazillion times in my life.

I am fabulously great at not starting.

Not starting would make an excellent book.

But it would never be read, because it would never be written.

Because I am smitten by not startin.

The hour is here.

Time to get my butt in gear…

But, not for the first time,

I question the legitimacy-

Wonder at the failure rate-

And think I simply won’t pick up my pen and start to write…

But once again, I hear the echoes of my childhood-

Reminding me that I’ve got to be better than them.

Thus, I find myself…

starting again.