We’re all scared to do something. The fear of starting is often more terrifying than the action we dread. We spend too much time fretting whether we can do it right than actually doing the work.
We’ve all been there. To tell you the truth, I’ve been shell-shocked since my wife and I took a leap of faith three years ago. We made a journey of two thousand miles when she had a job offer and returned after a year.
It’s been difficult to think about restarting. But the alternative is to find a nice little corner, get in the fetal position and decide which thumb to suck (since I’m left-handed, I prefer that right thumb, so I can draw at the same time).
So tonight, I restart again. It is better to say a little something than to keep quiet and never start. It’s time to joke again, laugh again, and to be unashamed of shedding a tear or two. After all, living happens between the start and finish. It’s a shame to never start, and as a result, never live.
