It’s the answer to the old (and now, completely politically incorrect) question: “How do you eat an elephant?” — meaning, of course, “how do you tackle a large project?”
One bite at a time.
I’ve been trying to think of how to put this year’s transitions, fits and false starts into words, how to convey the immensity of my internal shifts, and at the same time the intransigence of my *self* in the face of inexorable coming change… and all of this has led to deadlock. I’ve spent most of 2014 wringing my hands and either babbling — which is my norm — or reduced to uncharacteristic silence.
This blog is one of the places I’ve fallen silent. The ability to say things that really matter has proven too great a burden: what to say, then? And where to begin? And how can I be sure that what I type so earnestly, now, will still be true tomorrow, next week, in a month?
Tonight, I’ve decided to lift that exigency from myself. I’m simply going to start. To type. To tell, at least about my inability to tell. :} It’s as good a place as any to start.
And tomorrow, or the day after, I’m going to make myself tell you some more. Maybe not about the state of my heart; maybe just about the play of the wind chimes in the window, or the slow roll of condensation down my glass. But *something*.
To communicate again. One word at a time. One post at a time. Fingers crossed.