Is It Impossible?

During our time in Colorado Sally kept asking us if there were times that we dreamed and then pushed those dreams aside because you thought it wasn't possible. Do the words in your head go like this...I couldn't possibly write a book that anyone would read. No one but my family and friends will like this song that I wrote. Why would someone want to look at these photographs I took? No one is going to back me up when I raise my children differently than the culture around me.

How many of us have said those words to ourselves? Probably most of us.

I think the words to this song are so appropriate.

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else can
Speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines

We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way'

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can feel it for you


What are you holding back?