One of my many New Year’s resolutions is to write more. I’m not off to a great start, since this is my first attempt at writing much of anything and it’s the 16th. But another one of my resolutions is to stop feeling so guilty all the time, so here we go.
“Life is gray” may seem a morbid theme for my literary beginning, but I think it’s quite fitting. For much of my life, I have operated under the mentality that life is either Black or White. Good or Bad. Right or Wrong. I have come to the realization: I Live My Life In Extremes.
The problem with these extremes is that I’ve missed the reality of the in-between. I have lived 23 years and have missed a lot of gray.
And, if you can believe it, there is a actually more beauty in the gray.
I want to escape into this world where I can blur between the lines of thrill and tranquility; dance among love and pain, joy and tears, ecstasy and tragedy; forget the sting of the past and the fear of future; where I can just live; love; laugh; learn.
I’m writing in a blog instead of a journal because, well, I’m lonely here in Frozen North Dakota. So I’m hoping I can begin to have some dialogue, share my life, learn about yours.
And if nothing else, maybe it’ll at least help me keep my New Year’s resolution.