So it goes.

There is no easy way to begin except to just start. You must do. There is only try or try not and if you try not then you might as well tie yourself to the end of that string or rope and just give in, give up. Or, as my Irish-Catholic mother was fond of saying, you can "give over". In other words you can quit doing something that is bad or annoying. Not doing is annoying. Not trying is annoying.

So here it goes and here I go, my attempt to put into words the thoughts that have spent many years in those elaborate hiding places of my mind. Avoiding being brought to life for others. Avoiding becoming, being born. Avoiding and avoiding and never getting anywhere but into a darker more hidden recess.

The ideas I have may not be much or may end up being more profound than I could imagine. If they stay in the dark, hidden from sight then they are wasted and lost, forgotten dreams and raisins of a possible future, covered in cobwebs and dust.

There are a couple things that I do know for certain as I begin this journey and that is a) a weekend lost in writing is better than a weekend just lost and b) this is all mine, the good, the bad and the ugly.

St. Jude pray for us.