And I never thought, or even hoped for,
anything but the worst.
~Alice Munro, Dance of the Happy Shades
So you mustn’t be frightened, dear
Mr. Kappus Prim, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall…
In you, dear
Mr. Kappus Prim, so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like some one who is recovering; for perhaps you are both.
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Yes, I am still a little wobbly. I do not have a clear vision for this blog. I am unsure of the types of posts that I want to write. I am unsure of how often I should post. I am unsure of my designation as writer. And still, this uncertainty is preferable to the sentence I served in writer’s block, bound by fear and self-doubt and inaction. A pair of posts may not seem like much, and yet, I’ve had to blink a baker’s dozen times to make sure that I am not dreaming.