I used to be a great starter.
I could start new projects no problem. It was finishing what I started that was the issue.
But now I'm at a point in my life where starting isn't as easy as it once was. Probably because I remember all the times I've struggled to the finish line. Scraping, sweating, pushing and pulling.
Sometimes saying, "Fuck if I ever do that again."
I know how much work starting can create. And how deciding to work on one thing means something else that you could be doing instead, doesn't get done. Could be family, health, another business idea. Sacrifices are always being made. Am I ready for another?
I also get scared that the thing I'm thinking about starting isn't going to turn out as good as I imagine it in my head.
And I've felt the guilt of starting something and not following through til the end. All work, no reward.
Just a few minutes ago, I was staring at a blank screen. I felt the pull to go do something else instead of starting this blog.
But I stayed. And I wrote the first thing that came to my head.
Because I also have the experience of diving into the unknown and creating something that changes your life forever.
There. I've started.
Feels good. Really good.