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Hard as it is to recognize at times, there is a point where a man must face the road. Facing the road is all there ever is or quite frankly all there ever was. A symbol made manifest, a path hewn from stone or wood or even just as likely dust and dirt.

My road begins on a train today at 2:30, the Lone Star express heading out of Fort Worth, Texas and sending me to my first stop along the road Austin, Texas. A city I should have made my home ever so long ago (according to all feasible reasoning) and yet instead I kept my life in Dallas, a town I knew like the back of my hand.

I don’t think it’s unreasonable to believe that what I am doing is a little bit foolish, or at the least foolhardy. I am quite essentially running away from home to start my own circus. A pied piper, sans the flute, and hopefully the rats. I prefer to think about this journey as more of a leap of faith instead of a fool’s gambit. However what do I know?

It happens to be a great big world out there, with lots of sorrows and fears to face around every corner. I could die this second and never finish this piece. I could be mugged by a gang of Asian midgets with bad haircuts. I could be audited.

How shall I live, where shall I sleep, who will meet me along this journey, will I live, will I die?

Is this a great big adventure, or a trip into darkness from which there is no return?

All of these, and many more of these fears run through my head like anyone of a rational mind would experience. Then I remember to breathe. I remember why I am doing all of this, I am walking into my vision and there can be nothing more amazing as walking into your own bliss.

I stand here on the edge of reason, and step into faith. Hell, I jump into faith with the knowledge that this is not my only recourse it is my choice to step into the flow of my life and truly live.

This sort of walkabout isn’t for everyone, hell it may not even be for me, but here I stand and here I go all of the same.

I am looking forward to so many things in Austin, not least of which is reacquainting myself with one of the inaugural authors of Volume 1 in An Honest Lie, William Terry, but also with new friends, amazing authors and artists I’ve yet to meet, and food cart delights that tickle the senses.

Its 10 am, Sunday April 10th 2011 and its time to finish packing and get ready to take my second step in this amazing adventure.
Watch out Austin, here I come.

Amtrack Station Fort Worth, Texas

Pulling into the station

Hello Austin