Move {31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes}

Why is it that the first step is the hardest?

Sliding on the shoes, tying the laces, and opening the door to go for a run.

Picking up the pen, opening the journal, and inking out the first word.

Standing up in the pew, sliding awkwardly sideways past other churchgoers, and heading toward the altar.

Ready {Five Minute Friday}

Here goes another Five Minute Friday post.
The prompt: Ready

I thought I'd be ready at 18, like the other women in my family. I had always thought I didn't need a plan; that script was already written on my heart. (The years proved I was I wrong.)

I thought I was ready at 20, poring over books, devouring lectures, drinking in preparation of every kind, eager to leave behind the study and put it into practice.

Whisper {Five Minute Friday}

I've been perusing Five Minute Friday posts by other brave writers for quite some time. I've always envied their boldness in pressing that "publish" button after just five minutes, just 300 seconds of typing on an assigned topic. That seems almost an act of brashness to a girl who can spend days perfecting a post before even considering making it public, who hoards five times as much of her writing as she'll ever share.

But I have gained so much from reading the knee-jerk thoughts of others. Their unedited paragraphs have challenged, encouraged, impressed. At last, they have prompted me to take up the challenge and just write. So today I do.