Well, it is that time again. Early in the morning - trying to wake up after a late night. My mind is blank at the moment. It's time to put words together that will create some semblance of a column for this newspaper.

By Trish Morgan
For the News Tribune
Well, it is that time again. Early in the morning - trying to wake up after a late night. My mind is blank at the moment. It's time to put words together that will create some semblance of a column for this newspaper.
But, what does one do when there are just clouds and fogs and cobwebs up there? I'm sitting here in my recliner - thinking about what I can write today that might be of interest to some of my readers. Nothing. Just the hum of the fan. Just a quiet space - filled with little noises of the house. The dog is panting to go outside for a walk and a poo, my stomach is screaming for a bite to eat, and this deadline looks like a big ol' gray monster with big ol' pointy teeth!!!! It's crazy how it creeps up on me every single week.
So. I am happy to say that I have finished up one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I can hardly put it into words. To know the challenges I faced...to know the places where I feel most comfortable, and then step outside of that comfort zone - well, I did it. It was hard. It was. Not many people know how hard it was.
I suppose I share this with all of you as encouragement. We all have problems, and many of us have physical limitations, and even mental limitations. And then, there is always the fear - that monster that stands before us and tries to scare us into believing we can't step into the unknown. That monster that glares at us with his big red eyes and screams at us to stay back where we belong.
Many times, I have looked into the face of fear, and I have stood up to that monster with all of the courage I could muster - and I just walked around him...leaving him standing there as if to say, "Who does she think she is?" But, he doesn't dare come after me, because I am determined.
Monsters. Even as a young child, I never was really afraid of them. Of course, I'm sure there were times when I checked under my bed or looked in my closet. I guess everyone has done that. The monsters in the movies - oh, how I love monster movies! Dracula, werewolves, Frankenstein, Lon Chaney, Vincent Price, Bela Lugosi - old movies and classic scary stuff - at least for two hours until the movie was over.
In real life, though, there are different kinds of monsters. Real ones. Ones we hope never to have to face, and then those like fear we must face many times throughout our lives. I have faced fear many times. That monster has appeared to me in various forms - in my early teens, throughout my life, and even still today, he rears his ugly, disheveled head.
But the thing is, I have his number. I know exactly what he wants to try to do. He's on a mission, always has a mission. He's driven by it. But, I have weapons he can not fight against. I have resolve, determination, courage, faith that can move mountains, strength and love - he has NONE of these.
With all of that, all throughout my life I have stepped over him, walked right on by without even a second glance...and I proved him wrong. I won't say that it was always easy, but I can say I am here, and I survived without too many scars.
Scars. Oh yes, I have them. Some are just superficial and insignificant, and some I wear as badges of courage because I, and I alone, know what was involved in that journey.
Someday, I have a story to tell. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday. A story with all that makes it interesting, intriguing, horrible and sad, meaningful, tragic with life-long repercussions, and more words about survival and resolve than you can count. It may be a story that I just write for myself, or it may be a story I write just for my family and my best friend in the whole world. Or, maybe I will write yet another book. I just have to decide if the story is worth the agony it will put me through to write it. Is it worth letting the monster out of the cage...