“Starting. Not with expectations of perfection. Knowing full well that I could do better. That was the most important thing.
Nothing happens till you take the first step. Even if you’re not quite ready. Even if you don’t know enough. Even though you may fail.
So today I give you my worst blog post ever! If you delete it, I won’t be upset! I’m just glad that I got it done so that I can finally move forward again.”
I trudged into the coffee shop, ordered a large mocha and sat down in the corner. I was dripping professional discouragement. It’s been five months since I published my weekly newsletter—something I’ve done religiously for over a decade.
What was wrong with me? I just couldn’t write anything. I’d come up with an idea, jot down some thoughts, then quit. Same thing was happening with social media. Even responding to email seemed like an overwhelming chore.
It All Started in April
That’s when I decided to put my suburban home up for sale. After my husband’s death last year, it no longer suited me.
My plan was to embark on “Jill’s Urban Adventure.” I’d move to a nice condo in downtown Minneapolis that overlooked the Mississippi River.
Several weeks later, my house was on the market. Quickly my schedule became massively disrupted. Realtors scheduled showings with just two hours notice—and I’d pick up and head to the local coffee shop.
Fortunately, I got two offers fairly quickly. After accepting one, I left for a speaking engagement in Italy followed by a two week vacation. When I came home, after a bit of final negotiating, it was a done deal—with one caveat—I had to be out in 30 days!
*Featured post photo by Daniel Garcia on Unsplash