It’s Not Too Late

Hecate pointed my way to this today: 

Fear of failure, of course, can dim the pleasure of new beginnings and cause creative paralysis at this crucial time. When such anxieties arise, I remember this useful advice from Helen Keller’s mentor, Anne Sullivan: “Keep on beginning and failing,” she said. “Each time you fail, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until you have accomplished a purpose — not the one you began with perhaps, but one you’ll be glad to remember.

Now’s the time when I see so many people trying to justify the things that didn’t happen. When I look back at the things I was gonna do and didn’t do, the things I began and discarded, the effort I didn’t make. I spent yesterday asleep under a cat when I should have been cleaning/cooking/writing/working, I mean, come on.

I don’t know if most normal people live with half-told stories in their heads but I’ve got a bunch of works in progress up here and sometimes they talk to each other about history and war.

A woman’s hands in flour for pie crust, going still as her granddaughter asks her a question about a boy in a photo. The kitchen window is open and outside a man mows the lawn.

I want to tell that story because it might save your life. Or mine.

This is going to be a year of hard choices.

Every day’s a fresh start. Every minute, every hour. Push a little harder.