The Struggle of the Virgin Voyage or...Birthing Pains
What the heck!? I’ve already done the hard parts!!! Coming up with a name, buying the domain, choosing a platform, I’ve got tons of blog post ideas…but choosing which posts to start with is leaving me absolutely paralyzed. I can see why many people don’t ever start…
The headiness is fascinating to observe in myself. I can feel the energy build up like right before pushing out a baby. Which totally checks out. Once those first few posts are posted, a thing will then be born. Alive. An entity all on its own. I’m at the last big push and I’m struggliiiiiing baaaaaaddddd. Can I do it?! Will I do it!?
This place makes me painfully restless and I just want to eat chips and drink some sweet, sweet coffee to distract me from the discomfort of this feeling! I feel so dramatic. All I have to do is choose my first post…but what if I pick one that shouldn’t be the first one? After all I want to write about so many different things…how do I decide on THEE one? Which one is a fair and accurate representation of ME? And will they like me? It feels like high school all over again. But…better and easier.
Maybe I need more quiet so I can hear that voice that helps me decide. Maybe I should go to a coffee shop for a change of scenery and that will help. But they are usually loud…I don’t do well with background noise. I don’t know how Don and Cameron do it…
I sit in my chair at my laptop and jot down more blog post ideas and it grants me the illusion that I’m moving ahead, but I’m not. I’m allowing myself to be distracted. I play a game on my phone for a few minutes but all that does is kill my motivation and the valuable limited time that I have to accomplish before life turns on full blast. Oh!….it hurts…
I think if I could get myself up at 5:30am that would work. It would be a game changer and I can feel it. I can hear inspiration so clearly in those wee early hours. But I’m so flippin’ tired lately. I remember this paragraph in a book I never read. And it inspired me. It was about getting up hours before anyone else, and before going to work, in a commitment to achieve something the author was truly passionate about. Writing western novels 😊
Hold on a sec….
Oh….. I see…
I’m told it doesn’t matter which posts I post first. No one’s gonna read the first ones anyway. And they certainly won’t remember them if they do. And in fact, neither will I. Awesome!!! That’s helpful actually.
Ok, cool. This is the first one. I think I’m gonna do it.
I’m discovering that sometimes the answer comes in the midst of the struggle. In the thrashing about. In the stumbling which often doesn’t feel forward in movement at all. It could be a poor first blog choice. Yes. But it’s a choice. And right now, that is the mainest of main things. Yesssssss, ok, on to number 2….
