It happens when I choose to tackle an obscenely long to-do list.
It happens when I reluctantly choose to put on my running shoes and run.
It happens when I make the decision to sit down at my desk to write.
The pessimist lurking inside my head whispers, it’s too long, you’re too tired, you have nothing to say today.
The hardest part sometimes is making the choice to step forward when you don’t have a clue where that step might end up. For a recovering control freak like myself, this has always been a big hurdle to jump over.
I might run out of hours in the day and not even make a dent in my list. I might make it a mile down the road and get a cramp in my side and have to stop and walk. I might sit down to write and all that comes out is lsjdjfjdfkdjfjdfj.
There is always a chance I will hit a wall or fall on my face…but I wont know until I take the next step…and you wont know either. The one lesson I keep learning over and over as I journey down this road is:
The fear of starting is always worse than the act of doing.
This isn’t new news. This is just one reminder that I need all the time.
And the act of doing, whether you fail or whether you succeed, will always reap growth. There is always a lesson tucked away in the doing. Always. It’s one result you can take to the bank The risks that go along with starting can be scary big. But the rewards are substantially bigger
What is the next step you know you need to take?