When I was seven, I joined an athletics club midway through the season.
I was introduced to the coach and joined in on the hurdles event. I failed all the hurdles miserably, quit that day, and never went back.
Doing something for the first time has some perceived risk.
On the one hand, we don’t want to create crap and put it out there.
But on the other hand, if we don’t start where we’re at, and then find the courage to continue, whatever we create is likely going to remain crap.
[Like always, sticking with it would have been interesting… As it is, twenty eight years later, I’m probably still awful at hurdles.]
