The mind has spilled

This is it — the first of many musings

Welcome to my blog.

I'm a little late to the game — sure...

What do you do when you have somewhere you want to go,

but you have missed the boat?

I have been sitting on the bench, waiting for the next ferry for too long…

it’s time to swim.

My mind is often brimming — positively overflowing into itself.

It’s a rare thing for my monkey brain to find a quiet spot, just to go sit and eat his banana. I am often over-thinking, excessively analyzing and frantically fretting.

I am like that duck in the pond…not the one who lets stuff slide gracefully off her back like water — no — that one’s younger, clumsier, self-conscious cousin. Things appear to be calm on the surface most of the time, and I can coast along with the best of them, but underneath the manufactured façade, the legs are a flappin, trying to keep me stable and balanced, and tiring much too quickly.

These are my ramblings. For every word I write, there are a hundred more behind it. With practice, my words might even make sense (by whom though, I am not sure).

I imagine my writing at times may seem disjointed and disorganized.

For that I would apologize, but I am being selfish.

I don’t know exactly where this blog will take us: me or you (my lovely hitherto imaginary readers). With equal parts fear and hope, my intention is to one day have an actual, tangible audience. Wouldn't that be nifty?

For now, I start off on a solitary journey. These musings are for me.

I know there is a vast amount of potential to do good; there are some amazing people out there, doing incredible things. They are making the world a better place.

I hope to one day join their ranks.

For now, I will be content just to make a start of it.

You can’t get gold if you don’t show up...

This is my participant ribbon.

One day, maybe these posts will be for you.

Maybe I won’t just be writing for me, but for you too.

Perhaps you will relate to an entry, and you won’t feel so alone, knowing there is someone else out there muddling through. And as you comment, I will know it too.

If I can foster some hope…

Maybe then, we could mend our minds together, in the company of others.

Perhaps you won’t relate at all. And that's okay because (at least to start) I am doing this for me. Will it succeed?

I will never know if I never try.

Consider this blog a constant work in progress — like me.

A fragmented journal, a chronicle;

its contents: a jumble of questionable realities, nonsensical fantasies, and pervasive existentialism. There might even be some poetry.

You can expect some arm chair philosophy. (I have been accused of rhetoric in the past.)

I don’t know what I am doing; I am a gloriously imperfect human being.

I have issues. Some of them, I am working on... Others, not so much.

In short, my writings might read like the incoherent babbling of that monkey I spoke of earlier, but one thing is for sure: the mind has spilled…and it is a mind on the mend.