Square Peg ● Round Hole







Somewhere between, “I don’t have time” and “I’ll do that when the kids are older”, is a blur. The kids are now older and while I don’t have a ton of time, I am more flexible than I was when they were younger. There is an endless list of things I want to accomplish before I take my last breath. Funny, I spend a lot of time talking about how I don’t have enough minutes in the day. In the end, the question is why am I procrastinating? For me, there is that twinge of failing. Trying something new, I should be successful, right? However, I always tell my kids, it isn’t failing that should cause you to hesitate, but the lack of trying.

Writing is my craft. I still don’t think I am qualified to have my own column (which I do), be a mentor to others in the field (which I am), or write a novel (which I am slowly conquering). All the feelings of not being good enough, smart enough, or simply enough stir within me. In order for me to have my own column, I took a leap of faith. I was full of fear, but I heard a voice utter two words, “no regrets.” I would have regretted not trying and wouldn’t have experienced the authentic me. I am a columnist for a major newspaper. Wow! It gives me pause and makes me believe that anything is possible with my willingness. I am the source. It is within me to jump and take that chance.