The first thing I am going to write about it getting started. Because I am. Getting started, that is.
It actually happens all the time. My husband makes fun of me for it. Nicely. Mostly.
Every time I’ve started something, I’m pretty scared. I’m not very brave. But generally it turns out pretty well. Then I forget how hard it was. Next thing you know, I’m starting something else, and the panic starts right along with it again.
I once took the job of editor and primary writer of a startup regional magazine even though I’d only written one magazine article in my life, twenty years earlier. I figured I could do it.
And I did. It means so much to me when people still come up and say, “I loved that magazine. I wish you were still doing it.” I tell them the good news; the magazine is back again in an online version, and the current editor is great.
Before that, I ditched (for a while) doing database consulting to writing a novel, about a topic that was genuinely as much a surprise to me it could possibly have been. When I was making a lot of money in the best of the database years for me, I couldn’t imagine not doing it. But then one day, that changed.
I started a little retail business a few years back, too. I was terrified. I remember at the worst day I was lying on my dining room floor in fetal position crying because it felt so difficult. (“I have to get a tax id! I don’t know how to get a tax id!” I wailed. Definitely not your cutting-edge global dynamo businesswoman tycoon here.)
I just started taking Bikram yoga classes again, after a ten-or-better year break. That’s seriously getting started, because I knew what was ahead of me and I’d been dreading it for ten years. Bikram, in case you haven’t had the joy of doing it, is something one could, concievably dread. (She said, laughing.)
So getting started is starting to be a familiar feeling. I’ve learned that if I’m nervous, if I’m scared, if it feels overwhelming, I’m probably right where I should be.
Getting started on this blog has been happening for about a year now. That’s about how long I have known for sure that I needed to do it. I need to build a platform for my book, I love the work of writing and editing, and there’s other work I want to do for which a good blog will be a solid foundation.
Knowing that, I have procrastinated relentlessly. For a year, for crying out loud! I even stopped reading other blogs I love because they made me feel guilty.
And then suddenly, I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer.
For the last couple of weeks I pretended I was actually starting by looking at lots and lots of blogs and other blogs and seeing how they were laid out, deciding if I liked their tone, thinking about a strategy for getting quickly to be a guest blogger.
The last two weeks have been an almost-horrifying daily recognition that It’s Time. Really, REALLY Time…To Get Started.
So, here goes. I’ve written two other blogs before and I know a little bit about what it takes to write one consistently and regularly. At first, I was worried that I wouldn’t have anything to write about for this one—laughing—but now the ideas have come fast and furious in the past two days, and I have to start now or I’ll go nuts with things to write.
And that’s how it is, getting started on something. You think you can’t, you think you can’t, you think you can’t…and then all of a sudden, not only do you absolutely know you can, but you know you have to.
Right away. Trust yourself. Just keep your intentions clear, and things happen on your learning curve when they should.
ps…but I had no idea learning WordPress would be so much harder than using lil ol’ Blogspot. Oh.My.Word…..