Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I have enjoyed writing most of my life and today, inspired by reading the Spark book, I registered for a writing class to see if writing was still as much of a purpose in my life as it was when I was much younger. I am excited and strangely speechless (wordless I should say in this case) as I wait for my first class to start this coming Tuesday.
I am almost a half century old, kick starting a dream from my youth. How is it possible to feel like a teenager and Methuselah at the same time ? Ready to retreat but anxious to leap ahead ?
This Tuesday I hope I am not the only Methuselah sitting in a class filled with shinning young literary stars fresh out of high school . No matter what I find the first day of class I am determined to have fun on my adventure and give myself credit for chasing a dream that I have always feared to pursue.