one week from today, i'll be a father

that statement is so emotionally tangled. i couldn't be more scared/excited/worried/happy if i tried. i'm so aware that i'm standing on the edge of change. it's one of those, do i jump or don't i? kind of changes. and then time just launches you over the edge. i'm pretty sure i'm not ready, i'm also sure no one ever is. i'm quite sure i'll mess up, but so did my dad. it comes with the territory i guess. most of all, i can feel my heart stretching, overflowing with love for this little person i've yet to meet. i'm just about ready for his/her grand entrance onto the stage of life.

i'm also scared to write. but i have to. it grows, claws from within me; to express, to create. and i have to try. i believe success is much more about trying than it is about not failing.

i want to find dreamers like me. people who are honest about themselves, about their fears. idealists, ones whose imagination hasn't yet been stolen. artists, poets, big kids, those whose feet may be tired from the journey yet their hearts beat for change.

come walk with me awhile...