I always find starting things to be uncomfortable. A new job, a new opportunity, hell, even a simple blank page — it all makes my teeth unsettle, forces my jaw to set in a line. It feels like half the time that’s as far as I get. I get to the winding up, to rationing my time between overthinking and paralysis, and by the time I realize I haven't done a damn thing, it’s nearly too late to consider starting.

If I can get myself worked up over a blog that little to no people might ever see, imagining how bad that feeling gets when it’s something that actually matters is not easy. So maybe “uncomfortable” isn’t even the right word for it. For that, I might have to look in a dictionary app’s Word of The Day. I might have to find something I’ve never heard of to put a name to the unrest in my ribs. Not today, though. Today is about actually getting to do something other than worry and think my way through something. By publishing this little blog, I’m doing more than I have in a while. I’m actually starting. Not just thinking about it. not planning it out perfectly in my head to let myself down, certainly not picking up a screen to make myself forget about it. These two paragraphs are a start. That’s all.