FIVE

I am torn between liking the simplicity of just having the number as the title and feeling like having just the number as the title is kind of lame?

An amazingly beautiful day in Cincinnati at the end of February. Sunny. Warm. Birds singing. We haven't been socked by snow this winter. Not once. I love snow. At least one or two good snow events. I am surprised EVERY year by how poorly local drivers handle the first snow...like it something they have never seen or driven in before? "What the Hell is this??!?!??! Oh my God, what do I do?" Slipping, sliding, speeding, skidding... It is actually kind of entertaining in the fact that it happens EVERY year without fail. So simple, folks....not too fast...and not too slow. Remember? But...as we round the corner to leave February...I think I can get by without snow this year. Yes. I know that means I just jinxed it and some big snow will cover all of the early flowers. We will have snow in April because I typed this. And it will be all my fault. A friend pointed out today that without a good freeze we will see many more bugs and such this year. Yuck. I don't need to see any more bugs this year. But...if a winter this mild means more bugs this summer...maybe I should just accept it? A reminder that it all happens for a reason.

Wait...you weren't looking for me to give you THE reason why we haven't had any snow and why there will be lots more moths, mosquitoes, spiders and flies this year, were you? I have no idea...I just use the "everything happens for a reason" because it is easy. I don't use it because I have even the most remote idea of the reason at all?
Puh-lease. If I misled you...I am sorry. The truth is I have no friggin' idea about much of anything.
Espcially today. But, my hope is that over the next 35 days...and beyond...some of those truths will be revealed to me. As a result of my hard work and dedication. (slight dose of sarcasm there). That my keyboard and my forty days and my new friends sharing these forty days will help me to discover things about me and about the world and about one another that make us all a little better. That at the end of forty days, my voice won't shake when I say, "I am a writer." That my life long secret will be forty days exposed and each day will bring a little more confidence, a little less criticism and a little burden lifted?

I am so grateful for this gift. I know it isn't forty days of life-changing, awe inspiring writing. But it is a start. A good, habit making start. And, THAT is a good thing.


An 1/8 of the way there...I think tomorrow I will write about the bear?

Missing the Oscars to talk about a whole lot of nothing...may as well pop some popcorn and let those that get paid the big bucks to do that very thing do it.