This is from the NaBloPoMo site, thanks, ladies!
I think the hardest part is that you are stepping out of your comfort zone. All your life – or even for a few months, or days – you’ve done certain things a certain way.
Humans are creatures of habit. We gravitate to that which is familiar. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I am guilty of this, but I don’t see it as a negative thing. If you do the same things over and over, and there has never been a negative experience, why not stick with it?
However, if by attempting that same event or situation and it falls apart spectacularly once, you should reevaluate what you did and how to fix it from preventing it happening again. When you realize something that could’ve been done to prevent it from happening, you are damn sure to learn from your mistakes.
Thus a beginning presents itself.
A beginning means a fresh start, a new outlook on something in your comfort zone, or even outside, such as taking up a hobby you’ve never tried before. The anxiety of failure is what encourages you to try. Well, maybe that’s me. I’ll try new things, hype it up in my head and expel those thoughts on Twitter or something, and it goes nowhere. At least I tried, even if it cost me an arm and a leg to even try it.
A beginning means doing something you didn’t think you would do. Oftentimes it comes from days or months of planning, hyping up, and attempting. Sometimes it ends well, sometimes it doesn’t, as has been my personal experience. But a beginning means that you stepped out of your comfort zone to improve yourself, which is ultimately what beginnings are. The chance to improve yourself at your own pace.