What I want to do is..

write a serial. That was the intention of this blog. I wanted to write my stories, find some readers and offer them a chapter a week. Every time I think about sitting down and doing some writing on it  my mind wanders away from me. Instead of the fiction I enjoy writing I get thoughts about topics like:  Are you living your life in fear? Have you made an impact today? What are you doing for you? Are you holding yourself back?
Motivational speaker type stuff, not the fiction that I want to be writing. So instead of blogging I go to the "social networks". I play silly mindless games, and retreat both from the world and from the writing.
I recently made contact with a friend from high school, through one of the more prominent social sites. She tends to be an Eeyore type personality. A rain cloud over her head, and almost afraid of her own shadow. It is understandable as she has had it rough since we graduated high school (that was yesterday wasn't it?), but I recall her being much the same in school. Sadly she lives in that sadness and tries to recreate the good feelings from the past. I was just about to tell you her age there, saying that she is a an old woman trapped in a young woman's body but the number reminded me we are no longer young so I will move on with out telling you. In any case, I try to remember to reply to her posts as much as possible with out looking stalker like. Its hard though to be positive and gentle at the same time.
In a recent interaction, she was saying that she would do something "someday". I replied with words to the affect of why not now. She told me that I need to be a motivational speaker. Oddly enough I had already been having those thoughts for this blog. Motivational typist maybe? So here I sit, wondering what it takes to become a motivational speaker?  I am way to short to be Tony Robbins, but I do like giving advice to others, helping them work through their road blocks. My problem is my own road blocks, seem more like mountains on top of mountains instead of the tiny little ant hills I know that they are.  So tell me, dear readers, what are your mountains?  How do you limit yourself? More importantly, how do you get past them? Through them? Around them?