Anything can stop a person. Iâ€™m not talking about excuses–Iâ€™m talking about things as real as today and todayâ€™s errands. Maybe the dog ate the genealogy chart. Or maybe there are rotten apples on your family tree.
There is no one around to ask, you say. My stories arenâ€™t interesting to tell. Itâ€™s such a huge process–unfathomable, really. I donâ€™t know where to begin.
Thatâ€™s the magic word. Begin. Nothing feels better than finally beginning. The beauty part? You can get off your own back now. Youâ€™ve begun! The joy flows from there step-by-step, one memory at a time. And then youâ€™ll become addicted, because youâ€™ll never want to stop.