First Steps

Again, the world brought me closer to delayed plans, leaving no room for fear. In Saturday, I found out that my local chapter of urban sketchers would meet up the first Sunday every month, which just happened to be today. Very conveniently, the meeting point was within walking distance of my dwelling. One would say the stars have aligned to make this actually happen. Yet, what followed was hesitation. I didn't feel ready. My brain conjured many different excuses. Too early. My body's still recovering. I don't want to sketch with people yet. To miss this meetup would mean waiting another month for the next opportunity, so I steeled my resolve and promised myself I would drag my feet there if I could wake up on time. I knew I would enjoy myself once I got there, but cajoling myself to go out was always the hardest part. Once upon a time, I would romp across town solo, breaking no sweat. The years after surviving The Great Depression felt like a long string of relearning what was shaken…