The best advice I have ever heard is this: just begin. So many people fail to accomplish their dreams simply out of fear of starting. And more often than not, that fear of starting is derived from a fear of failing…such a vicious cycle.
I know that I fall into that cycle 100%. I’m deathly afraid of failing. I can daydream all day long, of course, and often do. I have so many ideas running around my head – I feel inspired and motivated and full of passion, but when push comes to shove, I find myself stuck in the planning phase, become overwhelmed, and…quit. Frankly, I become paralyzed by my want for perfection.
But lately, miraculously, I’m more afraid of NOT trying than of failing. Perhaps it’s my 30’s finally kicking in and lighting a little fire under my ass.
This blog, for example, is my way of beginning (again). I didn’t necessarily fail in my previous attempt, but I became overwhelmed with what I considered “the competition,” and with a fairly spirited baby that refused to nap on top of my insane want for perfection, well, I just gave up. And more than anything, I really wanted to give my all towards this whole motherhood thing.
I still want to, and am giving my all towards motherhood, but that doesn’t give me the right to neglect myself. My heart is still in sharing, and designing, and creating. And I think I would be failing my child as well as myself if I didn’t pick myself back up, dust myself off, and begin again.
I have no doubt that I will have a few hiccups along the way, and I am certain there will be moments that I am lacking inspiration, passion, a voice. And will want to quit. I may even have a few moments of radio silence. But somewhere along the way, I will remember why I started in the first place, and will find my way back.