Why Starting Is Often The Hardest Part Of Any Journey

A woman carrying a brown backpack and going hiking in a green forest in Kintamani
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Having the guts to start is always the hardest part when trying to get out of your comfort zone. Starting is far more difficult than improving. The anxiety itself is crippling. The thought that you probably started too late and that you’ll never catch up can really put your motivation and enthusiasm to a screeching halt. You’ll try to search the things you need to ‘learn first’ before starting; but the thing is, there will be so much more of that once you started digging. There will always be something new to learn, and before you know it, you’ll be an enthusiast of something you don’t even know how to do.

Beginners always underestimate themselves. As soon as you decide to confront a problem, you’ll realize just how much more capable you are than you imagined.

Fear has an odd timing. From the moment you conceive your plan up until you actually start doing it, fear will be present. It will cease to exist the moment you take the first step, and then you’ll realize just how useless the feeling is.

You’ll learn a lot more by actually doing something than by thinking about doing it. You’ll learn more and improve more on painting by doing it, discovering your flaws, and using the experience to get better than getting an instructional book about painting. Sure, fear is helpful when avoiding predators, dangerous terrains, and poisonous food. It keeps us alive. Fear is necessary in those instances but when you’re doing something you love like writing a chapter of a book or making a sketch of your new painting, you kind of have to get hold of your animal instinct and remind yourself that it’s just a pen and a paper, not a funny looking plant that can poison you to death. TC mark

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