Always the Love

The first word I remember learning how to read and write is the word “red.” Words have been a most loyal companion ever since, with me throughout childhood in central Minnesota, with me during college years hither and yon, and with me since landing in northern Minnesota thirty or so years ago.

Most of us probably have a mental list, an inventory, of our hopes and dreams, goals and aspirations. “Become a Published Author” has been at the top of my list for as long as I can remember, and maybe that’s why it’s taken me so long to try, for real, to make it happen. Because it means so much, there is an equal amount of fear that I will fail.

Except failure doesn’t scare me the way it used to. Middle age has mostly been a delightful surprise, and one great blessing of this era is the perspective it brings. I’m not as worried about the outcome of anything anymore. Now, my attention is more focused on the joy of just doing the thing, whatever it may be.

This work is an homage to pursuing life goals just for the fun of it. It’s wonderful when the audience finds meaning in the end product, but that’s extra. The point is the joy and love, always the love.