What's wrong with starting something new
I love discovering something new. I would get so excited over it, learning how to start or how to use this certain new thing, and then when it was actually time to start — and by start, I mean actually putting the effort beyond planning and thinking what to do with this new, shiny thing.
I always, always never get past the starting line.
Why?
I don't know.
I would actually be excited to do those things, and I want to. But I almost never do.
What's wrong with actually starting new things instead of peering at the starting line and thinking of doing it, wasting my energy into thinking about wanting to do it yet staying petrified.
A lot of things I would love to do, so much time has passed, and yet I am still so... still.
Why?
I wasted the time that I had doing nothing despite really wanting to do so much things. Now I don't have a lot of time to myself... and things remain the same.
I feel tired doing nothing.