The Hardest Step Is The First One

Each of us has faced it at one time or another.  Beginning a new project, or maybe starting a new business, possibly doing the most crucial part of your business that actually makes it a credible money-producing venture for yourself.

At the beginning, your mind can only think of how big the task is, how much needs to be done, how long the journey will be till the task is completed.

To the mind the task can be daunting, impossible to achieve.

When all that needs to happen is just starting, just get yourself going.

You know what you have to do, you know what is expected, you’ve done all the researching that you need to do.  All that is left is just doing it.

What can you do, or is there really anything that you can do to make it easier.  Unfortunately, probably not, you just have to get yourself in gear and get going.

There’s nothing more scarier than the demons in your own mind.  No one’s going to yell at you.  No one’s going to laugh at you.  No one’s going to slam the door in your face or rudely hand up the phone on you.  Well, that might actually happen. *smile*

But if it does, so what.

Wouldn’t you rather have that happen to you than have yourself beat yourself one more time.  You’ve done that enough, haven’t you?

There is no cure for procrastination, other than not procrastinating.

Blessed by the wonders of the internet I found this awesome gem in one of my emails recently, which of course spurred the blog post;

“A road well begun is the battle half won. The important thing is to make a beginning and get under way.”

by Soren Kierkegaard (1813–1855), a Danish philosopher and writer.

Now get yourself going, truly the hardest step is the first one.

Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down
Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I’ve got they used to call the blues
Nothin’ is really wrong
Feelin’ like I don’t belong
Walkin’ around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it’s the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it’s all about
Hangin’ around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Now Mondays on the other hand are another thing. What Mondays mean to me are the end of my weekend. The end getting to see my boys every second and being with the beautiful blonde woman.

The day job takes that precious rest of the week that I’d rather spend with them. So come Monday morning I stomp back off and do what men are supposed to do to take care of their families. Say the yes sir’s and no ma’ams till the time clock says I get to return home to my family.

Sometimes I’d like to quit….but I don’t.  It’s not really what I do, I keep going.

So unfortunately for my family, sometimes Sunday evenings, those feelings start creeping in that I didn’t spend enough time with them that weekend. Or that maybe I didn’t get to that one project that I wanted to didn’t get done.

It’s a vicious circle.

But my family does love me, can’t get enough me and it’s those moments that I do get to share with them that are the times that I truly live for.

Now go enjoy your family, I’m going to go enjoy mine.