The Dawning of a New Day

I've decided that I am going to write something here on a daily basis for the next 2 weeks. It's going to be a challenge. Blogging seems easy enough. You sit down and start typing and the words appear on the screen and, wow, you've got something. But what becomes difficult is the sits power it takes to write something. Kinda like the idea that if I take 30 minutes to write something is that 30 minutes I have to subtract from something else I was going to do? Is that an additional 30 minutes I could have spent watching the finale of LOST or browsing Chemistry.com hoping their advanced matching system has found me Ms. Right? 30 minutes. OR am I afraid that the allotted 30 minutes may explode into something more significant like 45 or 60 minutes. Then I might be dipping into precious sleep time - which there never seems to be enough of around season finale time.

So what is 30 minutes really? When you're with someone special its too short. When you're waiting on the 405 to go 2/10 of a mile its forever. But today its the allotted time to write something that hopefully, at some point, means something.

I think I wrote in some earlier post that I started this because I figure since I'm a writer, of sorts, I should write and what better forum then the world wide web? Well, it's entirely possible this and the handful of TV shows I've been on could be my living legacy. So, for those of you who've been on board, thanks for sharing and continue to do so into the future. You are part of my history as I am now a part of yours.

There's where 30 minutes makes a difference. If I can put some thought of mine down that has a lasting affect then I did something of note today. Change the world one 1 and 0 at a time. Infect one's way of thinking. Change the path of one's decision. 30 minutes to change the world. And I don't even have to save a cheerleader.

Perhaps in this 30 minutes the pain of life could dissipate long enough for one to see the flowers, smell the air and realize that all is not bad and all is not crashing down around like an Iraqi city under siege. Perhaps in this 30 minutes could swallow whole the nagging feelings of cowardice that holds one back from making the call that could change their life forever. Perhaps in this 30 minutes i will get the inspiration to get up, walk out of work and finish the incomplete jobs that sit waiting for me at home. Perhaps. Or this 30 minutes will just be a respite from life and a mildly poetic, mildly philosophical look at nothing in particular but the time it took for me to sit and type this. Just imagine what will happen when I start podcasting...

Thank you for taking the 30 minutes to sit and read through this. Know that this is just the beginning, a dawning if you will, of a new day...