A story about sloppy beginnings.
All beginnings burst from boldness. Picture a baby stumbling forward on tiny chunky feet, arms flailing. Picture the first spring crocus poking its green head through persisting piles of unmelted snow. Picture baby birds unfurling wings they’ve never yet used, turning falling into flight. It only happens because something deep inside, something biological, something stronger than fear, says, GO. YES. GO. These are the things I thought about as I stared at my blinking cursor on this blank white page: all beginnings are likely to fail. That child might quickly tumble to the floor in tears. That flower might freeze before it has a chance to bloom. That bird could hit the ground before it gets its mother’s worm. We all hit the ground eventually. One of our best inborn survival skills is our easy amnesia about the ultimate falling. It’s our wobbly, unfounded faith that our sloppy starts will get us somewhere, regardless of the eventual collapse. And so, we go. We begin. … I’ve begun billions of things in my life and hundreds in the past year alone. I’ve begun hobbies. Relationships. Jobs. Other blogs. I’ve started all sorts of things and allowed many to slowly fizzle out, though their remnants remain scattered all across my life. I think that’s our biggest misconception about beginnings. There’s this notion of each beginning as a fresh start. A clean slate. A new leaf. We like to believe that the old stuff gets left behind in the process of beginning anew. But that old stuff isn’t going anywhere. Remember that high school breakup? The one that pasted you to your bed for weeks like a human slug, eating nothing more than the occasional rice cake? Remember when you caught your dad reading your diary full of preteen secrets? Remember that time you got fired? Cracked your front tooth? Lost all of your savings in a petty bet? (Insert unforgettable messy moment here.) You don’t get to erase the bad stuff. But you do get to transform it. You get to make it your fuel. Change happens — life happens — in the intersection between old and new. Our pasts will always play a crucial role in our presents, because we have to crumble apart in order to progress. Our old messes make the mulch we need to get where we’re going, to grow where we’re growing. Nature’s most effective fertilizer is…
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