I am getting more insights as this process rolls on.
We've launched (when I say, "we", I mean Iain and me of course) the Young Writers Contest, the first one in Ireland, and the first one whatsoever. (Another will follow next year for South Africa, and I want to see how I can slot in UK and Scotland into it all.)
Launching it went a bit like this: I came up with the ideas; discussed them with the school principal, a few people at the Life Centre and my Ideas Buddy here, a lovely lady who is a mom of one of my kids' friends. Then I mulled and mulled and mulled, and hung in there waiting for permission, and procrastinated...
Yesterday, I had an "epiphany", I realized that I'm It! Hey, if I don't give the start signal, nobody will! This is my project, it may be nationwide, it may become worldwide, but nobody is creating it except me, so I'd better step up on that springboard, look around, check the dizzying distance to the ground, take a breath and jump.
So I created the web page, put it up and the ball is rolling now. I'm on my way down from the diving tower, falling towards the water, aiming to make as huge a splash as I can...
Am I prepared? Here's the thing: One is never prepared. Never. You step up and jump. Or you turn around and climb down, and then it never happens. Ready, fire, aim!
And my angel is cheering me on. "You can do it!" His favourite words.
Love you, my angel. Remember your achievements?