Flying through the Fear of Failure

" Everyone has their own ocean to fly..
As long as you have the heart to do it..
Is it reckless? Maybe.
But what do dreams know of boundaries?"
-Amelia Earhart-

She burst through the sky , through gender barriers
and thunderstorms to cross her ocean.
I wade through adjectives , fear of being stuck 3 chapters in without direction
and the sin of wordiness to cross mine.
Somehow similar .Somehow vastly different.
She inspires me even though it is through the whisper of her past.

The words poured out as I typed my first page..
I was transported to another world entirely.. I was alive there .. living the story..
There should never be room for second guessing , only the healthy awareness that an eraser is near-by and first drafts are considered rough for a reason.
And there should always be a "Randy" ...
he tells me that Chapter 3 will be as amazing as every other chapter.
I can pretend to be diligently writing as I glamorously post through this process..
but he is here, counting the times I take out my tiny Dell.. pushing me through with his faith.
He will know the glitz and the grime.
Without him I don't believe I would believe in myself.
Then there are those who choke on a lettuce leaf while I read the first paragraph..
with eyes brimming they squeal and get goosebumps and tell me never ever to edit it.
The earnest encouragement from my beautiful people is what makes them worthy of more then a "thank you" inside my cover.
Tomorrow will be another day of writing ..
Tomorrow I will navigate confidently across another corner of my ocean..
Tomorrow is beginning Today.