Time to Fly Ma.

I have been throwing around the idea of a blog for some time now. I decided that 2015 is going to be a year of courage. And I want to document it. So what better way than a blog right?!

I’m terrified. What if I have nothing to say? Or worse, what if I have too much to say and no one cares? I guess thats what it means to be courageous. You look fear in the face and say “Not this time.”

Fear and I are old friends. Fear has sat with me as I watch. Fear has kept me company. This friend of mine has validated all my excuses. He has kept me grounded. Fear is never at a loss for words.

The meaning of courage is this, “the ability to do something that frightens one.”

I will never rid of Fear completely. No he will always be a…