So here I am, two days away from training, hoping I’ll be able to do this. Getting started is always the hardest part, and the most terrifying. Like looking over the edge of a half-pipe right before you go down (or so I would imagine – I’ve never actually done it because putting a giraffe (me) on a skateboard cannot possibly be a good idea).
I guess it’s also exciting in a way. So much potential, and all that jazz. So many possibilities, so much this, so much that. At least, that’s what I’m supposed to say I think. Right now I’m just anxious, about physical training, about the amount of fundraising I have to do. Really just about finding my way through life in general. But I think that’s ok.
I’m right at the beginning of a lot of new things, and that’s a lot to take in. I’m 99% sure I won’t die or end up homeless, and I plan on using that thought to calm myself down for the time being. Once things get rolling, I know I’ll feel more comfortable. (Yeah, I brought back that skateboard metaphor. What.)
All of this only leads me to conclude what Sesame Street probably tried to teach me in my formative years: sometimes new things are scary, but trying to new things is the best way to learn. Also, don’t ever live in a garbage can, because you’ll turn into a grouch.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for your support. Peace.