A first step

This morning is like every other.

I awake from my slumber to the discordant sound of my alarm clock, I stumble into the shower in an attempt to regain actual consciousness, I sit at my computer and stare at a blank screen.

Ah, today is different. Today I actually force myself to sit and write. I write about nothing of consequence, but at least I write. It is a first step.

First steps are difficult and often they lead immediately to falls. The important part is to get up and keep taking small steps. Eventually, all those small steps turn into the fluid motion of walking.

I hope eventually this becomes as second nature as walking.