Walking across 74th Street on Manhattan’s upper west side, heading for the subway I stopped, confused for a moment forgetting the order of the avenues (it had been quite a while since I had been up there- and my body and mind were fatigued after a rigorous dance class and many sleep deprived years). Staring up at the bent and crooked street signs amidst the usual foot traffic my desperation turned to realization. I knew generally where I wanted to go. Whether or not I was paused on the nexus of Amsterdam and 74th was irrelevant; standing still, staring up at the street signs was getting me no where. I put aside my annoyance at my fogginess and realized as long as I kept walking I’d reach my destination, maybe not in the way I thought, I might have to transfer at 59th street, or elsewhere, but I’d still get there.
Though my blog has been set up or several months now I’ve offered many excuses for delaying its progress. The thought of blogging enthralled and panicked me. I know I have a myriad of ideas yet such an open forum was frightening, boundless space in which to experiment and command full attention; I wondered if I was relevant. Rather than walking blindly I allowed myself to be consumed with day to day monotony ignoring the nagging pang begging me to write. I hope as time passes my blog becomes more polished but at present I view this space as my open work in progress.