This has been my mantra since 2008.
My whole life I've been a wandering. I've moved from project to project, job to job wondering if I was ever going to find something that would stick.
I loved too many things, had to many ideas. I was lost in my mind for years trying to figure out who I was and what I needed to do in this life.
It went off the moment I walked into Black Cat Books (Manitou Springs, CO.)
I remember spinning around the inner room like it was made of magic. The nooks and crannies drew me in. My hands felt for the books like friends greeting one another on the street.
I knew that my life would be forever changed.
I gathered up the courage to talk to Natalie Johnson and asked her for advice about how to start up a business like the one she had.
Something clicked inside of me.
About a month later I started selling books on the street corner of 12th and Clayton in the heart of Congress Park (Denver, CO.)
I called it "Becoming Someone" books.
In 2010 I got knocked up by my hubby and we moved back to good ole' Virginia to be near both our families.
For some reason, the song "Blackbird" became my little lullaby for the babe in my belly. I sang it to her nearly every night.
The first thing I bought her was an old bookshelf I sanded and painted black. I filled the shelves with books for every season of her life.
A few months after she was born, I was inspired to write again. I started over. I tried to be gracious with myself. I dabbled a bit with some ideas, but nothing really came. I gave up, again.
I started a new project, Blackbird Bookery and the Apple Boutique. I sold my books and vintage goods in the Eclectic Nature Gift and Garden Center on the Avenue in Del Ray.
That was fun for a while, but things were changing in my own life and a new chapter was about to begin for both me and for the building. I parted ways when Greenstreet Gardens purchased the property, though I love them dearly.
I started writing, again. And this time, I kept on. Not consistent or often at all at first, but I never stopped for too long. I picked up my pen and my paper again. Then, I picked it up again. And again. And again.
A character formed, then another. They surprised me. They took me down roads I didn't know were there, inside my mind. I found myself living in two worlds. It was exhausting.
Still, the story grew and connected itself to yet another dream, a distant dream of starting a brewery in the place we love most, our true home, Chincoteague Island.
I feel as though I'm finally growing into my own skin. I am making mistakes and taking chances as Miss Frizzle would say. I'm trying. That's all we can do. It's important to take risks and dive into the unknown, no matter how frightening it may seem.
I haven't arrived. I'm somewhere along the road. But it all started in that little shop and on that street corner, almost seven years ago.
Start. DO IT, now. Something, anything.
You have to believe. You have to begin...