To evolve, we have to do new things,
but, Beginning is hard.
It sometimes feels like a wall,
or like standing at the edge of a precipitous fall.
First steps always feel so small
as they’re swallowed by the enormity of experience, and thrown
naked into the unknown.
Taken completely out of context
and forced to form a new comparative paradigm.
I resist new things for fear of appearing a fool in public.
Superimposing past failure over future potential.
Mentally trapped by static habits
Unwilling to act until I’ve predicted every variable in advance.
But…
Circling a rut in the runway feels so lame as I remain
at the shallow end of the sea of possibility.
I’ve got to begin performing scary attractive actions
letting fresh adventure fuel my opportunity engines
Stop pretending life is only sending endings.
Growing younger as beginnings accrue
Cause I’m only as old as
the new that I do.