Getting Started

I feel, that start is always the hardest part. To start something new, you need courage. You experience the true courage, when you do something you are afraid of. Like I do right now. I write a blogpost in english (which is not my mothertongue) and I publish it. It is scary. Even with the knowledge that noone in my family will know, what I write about (they don’t speak english), I’m still scared to think about the fact, that someone I know starts to hate me, because I maybe mentioned them in my blog. If I rationally think about that, of course I see, that this is very unlikely to happen. Am I really afraid of my own family? The same family, who was always there for me? Who are supporting me with everything without a single question all the time? My loved ones, who believed in me way before I started to believe in myself? Foolish thought, isn’t it? I am rather grateful for all of them. I am aware of all the brutality happening in the world and yet, I got an amazing supportive family, stable financial background and loving boyfriend. With all the focus on productivity and personal developement, I have tendency to forget to stop and be grateful. The gratest things in my life I have already, I just have to remember that. This post is a short one for now, otherwise I plan to write on every weekend for one hour about my adventures during the week. Thank you for reading, see you in the next post!