I said ‘yes’ to beginning again

I’d love to say that I’ve been in a warm southern destination for the last four weeks—soaking up the sun while handsome tanned men with six packs fed me fresh cooked seafood and glasses of ice tea.
Alas, ’tis not the case.
I’ve been right here in my neck of the woods slugging along like the rest of the “northerners,” wearing my best “Spring is here!” smile in between snowfalls.
I suppose I’ve been practising what my elders used to tell us when we were young: “If you don’t have some thing good to say, don’t say anything at all.”
But mostly, I’ve just been thinking a lot about the words of engagement on this page of mine. Thinking. Yes, I’m really good at doing that—often to a fault.
I’ve come to the conclusion—on more than one occasion—that I just have to plunk out whatever is on my mind and let the reading tides take it to sea.
My friend says I’m at my best when I write from the heart. I nod in agreement and say, “Thanks,” and smile.
I’m at my best because I write openly about the inside stuff of life–the happy stuff that makes me kick up my heels, as well as the cuts and bruises and Band-Aids and limps and storm damages that the Universe hands out to us all in one form or another.
Chords are struck and heartstrings tugged and threads of commonality are weaved.
The great writer woman sage, Maya Angelou, believes we are more alike than we are unalike. I think she’s right.
But writing from the heart is tricky business.
I’ve been writing my column since 2004, and often I think I’ve covered just about every personal topic known to reader kind and that I have nothing left to say.
Yet I still find the delicate river that runs through us all never really reaches its end. I have waded through many rivers to get where I am and I’m sure new waters will continue to shape me.
“There’s always something,” as my grandmother used to say (although she usually was talking about the fact that there always was one more thing to do around this farm than she had planned on). She was right.
And yet here, hanging on the last two paragraphs of what my friend rightfully would term “a this and that” column, I’m skirting around a few more sentences trying to find a good way to share some news.
Best-selling author Neil Gaiman penned good advice. “Write. Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down. Finish what you’re writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.”
Some days are diamonds. I got some of those shiny stones in a lovely ring on March 4 when Mr. Pentney asked me to marry him.
Saying “yes” begins good things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” is for young-at-heart people.
I said “yes.”