It’s something I puzzle over. Ruminate on. Pace the room thinking about.
Tired of working over an idea or a decision, I stubbornly realize that below the surface lurking inside me but just out of sight there is a part of me that is afraid. Afraid to make a choice for fear of embarrassment or choosing unwisely.
How many times have I stood at the precipice but backed away, failing to walk through the door and instead contenting myself, however reluctantly, with the here and now.
This act of writing and publishing feels like a risk - a transgression. Stepping across a threshold. By publishing this, I make a choice to share. Maybe to no one now, and maybe to multitudes in the future if I’m so lucky.
Sharing once is not a commitment to sharing once a week, randomly, or every day. It’s a step forward into something new. A beginning. Publishing now will be a choice made on the other side of the doorway in a new space.
At the start of this year, I read a post by Seth Godin which I’ll quote now in full:
Might as well quit
There’s a better cause right around the corner. It might not work. You’ll never be able to keep all the promises. It can’t last forever. We’re all going to die. It’s not perfect. Someone might steal your idea. There will be critics. You’re not ready. Someone else is going to do it. It’s not that important. It might not work.
On the other hand…
Now is better than later, and perfect is an illusion.
Act as if. Simply begin. Make things better by making better things. You can always improve it later.
For too long I’ve thought about having a place to think and share in public - something all my own outside the silos of social media. And maybe a place to inspire discussion and community with peers.
Rather than puzzle, ruminate, and pace, this is me simply beginning.