This Road of Mine

Just how many crossroads are planted on this road of mine? Seems like this leg of the journey, there has not been one straight path that lasts for more than a mile or so. Recently, I am experiencing outrageous growth spurts and am attempting to take them with some sort of ease, so as not to develop too many stretch marks on my soul.  Every time I find myself at another crossroads, I cannot help but stare too long, immobile, too nervous to start down the wrong road.  Detours, though seemingly adventurous and exciting, take me very far from my destination, and I take years getting back on track. Don't want to continue with that trend at all. So this new crossroad invites me to either be my old passive self, and pretend its the way of the peaceful warrior, or to fight, and stand up for myself and my honor.  And the way I just worded it, you must see that I've already decided.  Scary but a little titillating.  Who's this new Donniee and what does she look like loving hersel

So that's a corny way to introduce myself, I know.  But today is the beginning of this blog, this recording of stuff that I'm thinking, feeling, experiencing, knowing. I've had requests to start a blog.  But my fear/loothing/disdain of commitment wouldn't let me. What if people actually read it? What if, after loving the words I share they kept coming back, wanting more EVERY DAY??!!??  What if I don't get to writing stuff for days, weeks, months? You know how you can be! What if nothing's in my head? Ugh! The pressure is killing me already!  No blog for me!   Which is why I decided to start this thing.  To work through my commitment issues. In public sorta.  I must be insane... Things to know ahead of time: 1.) I love ellipses'.  You know, those dot dot dots? ... Love em. Gonna use them a lot, no matter what they say. You should not replace all normal punctuation with ellipses. You should not allow the sweet lure of ellipses to muddle your ability to