Last night I couldn’t sleep. I found myself tossing and turning while ideas, topics and sentences relentlessly floated in and out of my consciousness. It was a veritable word fest. And so it seems that I am overwhelmed with the enormity of this undertaking. I have to admit that the sudden realization that I have committed to sharing my thoughts and ideas about being and becoming shallow is rather daunting. Can I really do this? What am I going to write about? Does writing about being shallow make me less shallow? My Mother doesn’t have a computer so will anyone read this? And if they do, will they like it? Will they care? What have I done?
Fortunately the light of dawn brought with it the much-needed perspective I had been missing. I’ve paid my 17 bucks. I’m in.