I ordered oysters at dinner tonight. I haven’t eaten them before, and didn’t know what my reaction would be. This picture sums up my general feelings of trepidation and slight nervousness, mixed with excitement to try something new. Sean, Mary and Jason (along with the weird, stalker guy at the fish counter) watched as I slurped my first one down.
It was better than expected.
And I got to thinking. That’s the way it is most of the time, no? We make excuses as to why starting something “won’t work” or “later would be better” and never move, out of fear. We lose the battle to anxiety, public opinion or fear.
I have a few things that I would personally like to begin and have let excuses and fear put them on the back-burner. No more. No fear. Fear wastes my time.
I’m just going to pick up the oyster and slurp away.