This week, I got to it. I started revising a long writing project I've been working on, and I started running. With both things, I was nervous. With the writing, I'll say it, I'm fairly terrified. With the running, I just expect to disappoint myself sooner or later, and by disappoint myself I mean stop running instead of cultivating a thrice-weekly habit. But with both running and writing I have this idea that I shouldn't have to start. That is, I imagine people who run or write have always done it and so always do it and so they never had to begin. They had access to some kind of fairy dust that got them off the ground and plopped them in the middle of these activities which require not a small amount of attention. Then when I went running on Friday (for the second time this week but at the expense of doing any writing), I realized these are the kind of things that you just have to get yourself up and out to do. There's not magic fairy dust, there's just getting the proverbial rubber to hit the road.
I thought of this again when I read this article about saving money in today's Times. Saving, running, writing, these are all things that seem like very reasonable activities that other people do. So, why not you? Why not me? Why not try? Maybe tomorrow? Where's that fairy dust?