Where do you begin?

How do you begin?

Do you plan and plan and plan and never stop planning?

Do you just jump right in, your anticipation for achieving your desired outcome so powerful you care little about looking foolish in your nascent attempts at greatness?

Do you work in secret, only revealing what you’ve been working on once you have something you deem worthy?

Do you assuage your fears of getting started using ‘some day’ to keep your dream alive while allowing the days to pass you by, never knowing just quite when ‘some day’ will arrive?

Are your excuses ironclad? Your deliberations incredibly well meaning?

Are you afraid to ask for help? Do you even know where to begin?

Did you try once and not meet your own expectations and slowly but surely never try again?

Did the fear of what people will say or what people will think keep you from lifting a finger?

Did your limiting beliefs about who you are and what you deserve keep your dreams small and your life perpetually predictable?

I don’t know about you, but I am guilty of having tried all of these beginnings.
And I am still here.
My dreams still looking at me and wondering if I will ever get started.
My mind gone completely rogue makes me feel as if putting my words on the internet is akin to standing in front of a firing squad.
My lofty vision of the perfect beginning making me squirm with each sentence I write.
This is not the warm, welcoming, witty introduction I would wish for this project. This is not the eloquent and inspiring invitation to join me on this exciting journey which I have long carried in my mind. This is not even a great example of how I use words to convey thoughts and feelings.
But this is all the truth. My truth. And probably, most likely, in truth, there could be no better beginning.