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Starting is the hardest part
I don’t care how the song goes, starting is always the hardest part. For me anyways, and I’m guessing some of you.
I can wait for hours, days, years at a time to do something. I’ve been waiting years to get my beach bod going (still waiting). Without as much as a sigh. But starting? That feels like a thousand slow painful deaths all at once.
What’s your earliest memory of procrastinating? Mine is hitting the snooze button in elementary school.
I have no idea what caused me to hate “starting”. The same is with a lot of procrastinators that I know. Is it something that is born into our DNA, or did we learn it on the playground after a rough attempt to play kick ball.
If you never try to kick, you will never fail to kick. Said my inner guru.
Maybe we’ll never know what our original procrastination trigger was? Yet we’re doomed to deal with it every single day. Project after project, task after small meniscal task.
For me the starting line just sits there mocking me. Because it knows that I literally do not have the gumption to go and shut it up.
