Coulda, woulda, shoulda

So the first week of the blog has come to an end. (Blogging seems to be mostly a Monday to Friday gig. Can’t beat it.) It’s got me thinking. I had been wanting to get this blog and up and running since last summer, but fear held me back. Fears such as “What if no one reads it?”, “What if no one likes it?”, and the always fun “What if I fail?” kept me from moving forward. I spent months jotting down blog ideas in my notebook that would just sit on my night stand. I spent sleepless nights thinking of all the great things I could write about.  But I just couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. And then last Saturday, something came over me. And for no good reason at all, I just did it. I woke up with purpose. I did some research, installed the proper software, (side note: whenever I say anything about me installing any kind of software, that means the husband did it) and started writing. There was no catalyst, no major event….I just did it. And that got me thinking….why did it take so long? I had nothing to lose, but the possibility of gaining so much.

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How true does that quote ring? How many things do you really want to do/accomplish that you’re to afraid to try? Fear can be overcome, but only by you. Think of it as a closed door you need to open to get to a wonderful place on the other side. Because what’s on the other side can be really incredible.

That’s not to say that fear will completely go away. I’m freaked out every single day over this thing, but the further I get from that door, the less I feel. I’m so excited for the possibilities this new world could bring. I also know that blogs are a dime a dozen, and there is a very real possibility that this may fizzle out. I’m ok with that; I’ll know that I tried. That I didn’t let my fear hold me back.  Because I don’t want to look and say “man, I should have started that blog.” Coulda, woulda, shoulda.