A couple of nights ago, a friend was giving me a ride home and telling me about how she started working out. She said that she hated running but it had grown on her because she began with one mile, then two, then more. She also started Cross Fit. Apparently, she decided that she wanted to do it and then went and signed up for a class. Honestly, my mind was blown. I could not comprehend it.
First of all, I hate exercising. Second of all, that isn't really the point of this article.
I could not believe that she wanted to do something and then she just... went and freaking did it! It literally takes me forever to do things I want to do. There are things I have been wanting to do for years, like learn how to surf, that I still have not gotten around to doing. Like, I will make the decision to do something and look up how to get started and then 50 bajillion things pop into my mind.
It's like my brain gets a virus and a ridiculous amount of pop-up ads just take over except they're not ads or things I'd rather be doing. They're doubts, fears, anxieties, whispers telling me I can't do something. Telling me it's too expensive or time-consuming.
And I mean, yeah okay, surf lessons can run a little high and maybe taking off to different cities and countries really adds up, there are still small things that I am always wanting to do and never doing. And I should start doing them. I should even start visiting new places. I mean I've been wanting to see Laguna Beach for ages and now I've lived in Los Angeles for almost two years and I still haven't visited.
Sure my anxiety gets the best of me sometimes, but maybe if I just go out and do things little by little, building until I get to the much larger, much more terrifying things, then I will be able to do all of the things I want to do. Maybe I'll be able to say, "I want to do/try this," and then actually do it. Wouldn't that be wild?