I am going to do this. It’s not going to be easy, but I am going to
do this. I may stumble along the way,
but I am going to do this. I don’t know
for sure if I’ll be able to reach my goal, but I am going to do this. I’m going to start. I’m going to give it my all. “My all” may not be much at this point, but
it’s something. Best of all, I’m not
going to do this alone. That makes a
huge difference. That makes this at least
seem possible.
“This” could be any number of
things, and that could be said by any number of people. Running a marathon. Applying for a job. Losing Weight. Writing a novel. Saving money.
Going (back) to school. Painting
a portrait. Learning another
language. Mastering the Paso Doble. Bowling a perfect game. Anything, really.
For me right now, “this” is the
first one on that list. Well, not exactly running a marathon. Not exactly running even, but it’s in that
family. It’s the NYC Blacklight Run. Ok, for me, it’s the NYC Blacklight
Walk. Or Blacklight Limp. Or Stumble.
Or Crawl. But it’s the Blacklight
SomethingMoreThanSittingOnMyCouch, and I’m looking forward to it. Ok, I’m looking forward to it with dread. And
anticipation. And excitement. And fear. And pride.
