I’ve been waiting to do this for a while. It seems like forever, though.

For a long time I have wanted to write. I have wanted to take the leap into writing every day, on whatever topic I could…just to build the writing muscle. To reach a stage where the words can flow smoothly. Just to express!

And this is because I love what words have done to my life. I have experienced a vast spectrum of emotions, and still do, thanks to the hard work that authors do to bring their experiences and insights to life. And when I see their works, I tell myself that perhaps I can take this leap too. That perhaps I too can tell something worthwhile…

But having said that, I have stood still next to the cliff, hoping someone will tell me that is safe to take the leap. 

And some did tell me. In their own way…trying to get me to feel less scared, trying to help me. Some people told this to me through books, some told me personally.

Some looked down upon me for not knowing, some told me that I will never know. Most of these people left.

And those that stayed, and perhaps are still around, I’m not sure if they know what’s going to happen. I rejected some people outright. And I tried to use the help some gave…and I did succeed. Sort of. But I’m here now. I’m ready to take the leap. 

It’s been ages since I reached the edge, but I am ready to take the leap now. 

And even as I take this leap…I don’t know if I will land well or fall flat on my face.

But I’m really glad I am doing it. I’m just glad I have started. 

I am terrified. But I can’t not do it anymore. I have thought about it over and over, in a thousand different ways.

But I think I’m ready now. Here’s to leaping!