I’m supposed to write, and my husband, Jordan, is supposed to sing. It’s that simple, really, but it’s taken us a long time to get there already. We’ve wandered around, making excuses, filling our calendars, looking for answers, when the answers were staring us in the face all along. We’re not alone – so many of us postpone the thing we’re meant to do. I’m not in the mood to get into all the reasons why we delay our destinies. For now, I’m just happy to say that Jordan’s doing the “write an album in a month” project that I wrote about last week, and has posted one of the songs he worked on his blog, Wired for Music. Give it a listen. And right now, he’s down the hall from me, teasing out a new tune on his keyboard, and he’s asked me to write him some lyrics. I just have this incredible feeling of rightness, and I wanted to share it. If there’s something that deep down, you know you’re supposed to be doing – please, go do it. Be willing to do it badly, imperfectly, remembering that you aren’t alone, and that you’ll never write/sing/insert-verb-here the thing you’re really proud of if you don’t just get to it already.

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