Courage is something I think about often. It has become an issue since a very long time ago, when I decided to write my first blog post. In the beginning, I was a bit shy. My mom even bought me some courage T-shirts. Now I've lost them!
I remember when I was little, and I had to walk in front of all the other children to the playground. There was a big playground where the other kids ran around, and I walked with my parents.
This was back in Germany, so my German wasn't very good. When I had to go to the playground, I asked my parents: "Are we going to the playground or aren't we?"
My parents had the same question, and it went on like this for about half an hour until my mom finally told me, "We're going to the playground."
A few days later, I was told to sit in a corner and write in a journal. It was supposed to be something about myself, but I couldn't decide on anything useful. So I started writing down all the thoughts I had.
It turned out that I couldn't tell the difference between courage and stupidity. After a while, I gave up on the journal and began writing my first blog post.
As I wrote the post, I started feeling more and more comfortable. I was surprised by the reaction of my friends. In the end, they were impressed and said I had a lot of courage.
As time passed, it became harder for me to write my own posts. When I finally had to start writing about things that I didn't know, I would stumble through the writing process for hours before I managed to publish my first post.
I didn't know why I was struggling so much. I tried asking my friend and a couple of acquaintances, but they weren't sure why either.
One day, I noticed that there was a comment section on my blog. This surprised me a lot, because I didn't think anyone would read my blog.
I began to ask myself what had changed, so I began writing another post.
Now, I was starting to get used to posting and interacting with other people. I felt more comfortable with the idea of sharing my ideas and opinions, but I was still shy.
On top of that, I'd written a blog post and realized it was terrible. I felt like a failure.
The next time I posted a blog post, it was better. At the beginning, I felt like I was walking on eggshells, but then I got used to that.
Today, it doesn't feel like a big deal anymore. I haven't written a bad blog post in a long time. As a matter of fact, I still struggle sometimes, but it's less than it used to be.
In the end, I figured it out. It was the first blog post I wrote. It was the first time I had shared something for other people.
It seems like this happened
I think so.