I had this crazy idea.
So crazy in fact, that as I was floating it to a good friend of mine she tried to break it to me softly with a version of “Love the concept, but here are my true thoughts because I love ya…”
And she was 100%, without question, right.
My idea is totally nuts.
But as crazy as it is, I just can’t shake it. And the more I try to let it go, the more it eats at my brain.
Kelly, what if…
• It’s an epic flop?
• Everyone hates it?
• You change your mind?
But after each one of those gnawing little doubts the same question keeps popping up. Not sporadically, or every once in a while, but every. single. time.
What if it works?
What if I can build some new relationships?
Make some new friends?
Cultivate a community of like-minded peeps committed to supporting each other through this messy business of parenting?
And those “what ifs,” those nagging voices mere decibels louder than the myriad of other “what ifs,” were the deciding factor.
So I’m going to go for it.
All in, with caution to the wind and secure in the knowledge that I may very well likely fall flat on my face.
But I’m going to go for it anyway.
Sharing my thoughts, reflections, lessons and failures.
And what I really want to do is write the “D” word here, but the thought of typing out d-a-i-l-y scares the living you-know-what out of me.
Because I know life is busy.
I know that all it takes is one bout of the flu/tummy bug/fever to throw a major wrench into life as I know it.
I know that daily updates may be a *bit* unrealistic of a goal and I know that some days the odds are going to be stacked against me.
But I’m going to try anyway.
Because you never know.