My second child started school today. He was accepted into the Animation program at the Dallas Art Institute and his first day is today. He is a talented artist and my prayer is that he will blossom and succeed in this love of his.
It is a 45 minute drive from our house to the school, with no traffic. Of course, in Dallas, there is always a ton of traffic! We live in Fort Worth and the school is on the far side of Dallas, so he has moved in with my husband's parents in Dallas to make the trip easier. He will come home on the weekends, so it is not like he has really moved out. At least no completely.
It is a stepping stone. A new beginning. A part of a new journey. Who doesn't love the first uncertain steps of a fresh start? The start of a new path. The not-knowing. There is excitement in the newness. A thrill of the unknown.
Such is life, isn't it? Such is the journey of a writer, don't you think? Each new book begins yet another journey. There may be a little fear involved. (Am I really capable of spitting out another volume of words? Do I really have an idea that can sustain itself through 60-80,000 words? Can I do this again or am I a one hit wonder?)
Yes, I admit it. I have a bit of fear in this new beginning. But then I tell myself there is always fear in new beginnings. Yes, there is excitement, but there will always be doubts and I need to let myself go and dive into the wonder of a fresh journey.
Thanks for letting me ramble about the new journeys in my family. :)