I have no idea what I’m doing. It is a familiar feeling that I wish I could escape. I’ve been researching, reading, and gathering resources to start a blog and write a novel for so long now that I think I may be procrastinating.

What’s the next step, I ask? Am I doing it right? Feelings of uncertainty hinder me, holding me back from starting the race. If I don’t finish, I can’t genuinely fail. I can keep preparing. One more video, another tutorial, and more excuses, anything to help me feel more confident.

I’ve got a blog started. And so I must write; I’m a writer. It’s the next step. But how could I ever expect someone else to want to read what I have to say when even I am not sure I want to say it? I have all these ideas, but I horde them for myself, clinging onto them dearly and only letting a few chosen to have a peek at them. I’m fishing for compliments, encouragement, and small doses of dopamine to feed my ego.

Nobody ever accomplished anything grand by staying in their comfort zone. Risking failure and rejection can lead me to tangible results, not just the minuscule boost of dopamine but something enduring. So here I am, the first blog post. Let’s see where this takes us.