I have been planning on starting a blog for years. I brainstormed and I made outlines. I followed bloggers that inspired me, forever flirting with the line that runs between inspiration and jealousy. I created Pinterest Boards devoted to the creation and maintenance of a blog. I have talked my dear fiancé’s ear off about it and begged him to be my photographer for hundreds of pictures that have done nothing but sit in my phone.
I think it’s finally time that I actually begin.
For as much time as I spent mentally planning, one would think that I would know what I wanted to say in this first post. However, as I sit here, staring at this computer screen, I’m experiencing a crippling sense of vulnerability. To write with the hope that others read it feels like being naked in front of a crowd (or at least, how I imagine it would feel to be naked in front of a crowd).
But, as my father likes to say, “If you wait until you’re ready, you will never do it.” This wisdom rings true to me; I never feel ready for anything, and I know that I tend to shy away from adventures, telling myself, “Wait until you lose 20 pounds,” or “After your skin clears up,” or “No one will want to read this until you have…” or “You’re just not qualified for this,” and this list goes on and on, full of reasons why I couldn’t possibly do whatever it is I think I cannot do.
This story I tell myself of not being ready is keeping me from living the life that I want to live, and I can longer wait “to feel ready” before I begin to be my best self.
Cheers to not being ready and doing it anyway.