It Doesn’t Have to Be Good

Just Good Enough.

I’ve held back. Day after day, week after week, month after month. Seven years later, I’ve still held back.

We were walking a river trail in our new town, our 6th “New Town” in seven years of marriage. The homes, jobs, and cities have all changed, and yet these walks have remained the same.

They are our time to pour out, to process.

We discussed what’s next. Our lives, have taken us over mountains, through valleys, peaks and depths and now here we are walking this flat trail, cutting and winding through the Salt Lake Valley. Our new adventure.

He asked me. “What do you want to be doing?”

I thought about my first love. Pen to paper, words strung together.

“What’s stopping you?”

Hush.

Fear. At the root of it all. There it was, laid out on the trail. Fear.

He knows my type-A, perfectionist personality too well. So there, on the trail, putting it to rest, he says, “You know, it doesn’t even have to be good. Just start there.”

And so here we are.