Rambling on about The First Time Tring, finding the Courage…

There is something magical about experiencing something for the first time. The unknown holds both excitement and anxiety, and the possibility of choosing what that “first” could be is a powerful thing. If I could do anything for the first time, I would want it to be something that either excites me or calms me, perhaps even both of them at once. Would that first step be a leap into adventure, or a gentle embrace of inner peace?

One of the most daring “firsts” I could attempt is standing up and speaking the truth I hold inside in front of people. It’s not easy to share what is real for me in person, to let others see the world through my eyes. Could I gather the courage not just to speak, but to be honest—to say what I see, what I know to be real? The idea itself stirs a fire within, a longing to let my true self be heard. But with that idea comes the fear, the fear of rejection, anger, ridicule, and even loss. People tend to be creatures that do not always want the truth nor are they able to see the pain they cause by ignoring the reality of other people’s feelings and needs.

Would my “first” experience be something that sends my heart racing, or something that soothes my soul? There are moments when I crave the thrill of the unknown trying something bold and new, pushing beyond my comfort zone. I am not afraid really… I choose to be forever in a state of evolution. Finding out how I can be more, do more, share more in case it helps someone who feels they have no choice, no power, no way out. At times, the idea of finding serenity in a new experience is deeply appealing. Perhaps the real adventure is discovering which choice speaks to me most in the moment, what makes my heart and soul happy.

But beyond all the possibilities, the ultimate question remains: Would I ever have the fire inside to tell people how I REALLY feel? There is a vulnerability in being truly honest, in letting others know the depth of my emotions and experiences. It’s scary but also freeing. The first time I chose to do this, to stand up, speak out, and share my truth, could become the moment I realize my own strength. I will admit the first anthology I wrote gave my inner turmoil and strength its first step to its journey into the light. It was as if I found a lost key and unlocked a forgotten door. It also made me want more, more light and more voice. I now seem to be treading water daily, trying to write my way out of my mind and breathing life into what I feel, believe, and desire…

First times are not just about new activities or adventures—they are opportunities to discover parts of ourselves we have kept hidden. Whether I choose excitement or calm, whether I speak my truth or simply listen to it, the willingness to try is what matters most. The courage to embrace the unknown might just reveal the best version of myself. I want that version of ME to BE… We will just have to see…