I'm terrible at starting things.
I have all these blank notebooks. Some of them have titles. I (often) know what I want to put in them, but getting started is just so hard. As long as I don't start, I can't screw it up, the perfectionist in me argues. I just want it to look just right. I want to start at the beginning, the correct beginning, the thing that will be the opening even in the final project. I know, objectively, that there's no reason it has to work that way, that I should just start wherever and move on from there. But my objective, conscious brain doesn't seem to run the show when it comes to starting things.
I feel like I do four things these days: work, sleep, read, and waste time. Some time-wasting is fine, and some of it isn't really wasting time--it's things like keeping track of what's going on in the world. But largely? It's just doing something to fill time. I want to do more things--I want to write more, to sew more, to interact with people more. It's just so hard to get started.
But the only way to get started is to start. So I'm gonna work on this writing thing right now.
Hello world.
