Alright, let’s talk about getting that first one done. You know, la primera de la 12. It sounds simple, step one of twelve, but man, it felt like a mountain.
So, I had this big idea, maybe too big. Break down this huge project I’ve been dreaming about – fixing up the old workshop space – into twelve manageable chunks. Seemed smart on paper. Easier said than done, right?
Getting Started – The Real Beginning
First thing, I actually had to start. Spent weeks just thinking about it, making lists, rearranging the lists. Typical me. Finally, one Saturday morning, I just forced myself. No more planning. Just do.
Step one was just clearing out the biggest corner. Sounds easy? It was jammed with junk accumulated over years. Old paint cans, broken tools, wood scraps I swore I’d use someday.
- I grabbed the biggest trash bags I could find.
- Put on some old clothes I didn’t care about.
- Opened the door and just stood there for a minute, thinking, “Where do I even begin?”
The Grind
Then I just started pulling stuff out. Filled one bag, then another. It was dusty, messy work. Found spiders I didn’t want to meet. Cut my hand on a rusty nail head – nothing serious, but annoying. Took way longer than I thought.
Halfway through, I really wanted to quit. Just shut the door and pretend it didn’t exist. Go watch TV. But I thought about that ’12 steps’ plan. If I couldn’t even do step one, the ‘primera’, how was I ever going to finish the whole thing? That felt kinda pathetic, so I kept going. Motivation is weird sometimes; avoiding feeling useless works wonders.
Seeing the Finish Line (for Step 1)
By late afternoon, it was done. The corner was actually clear. Swept it out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was empty space. Ready for the next step (which I immediately decided not to think about yet).
Felt pretty good, honestly. Tired, yeah. A bit sore. But good. That first step, getting ‘la primera’ out of the way, it really makes a difference. It’s like, okay, this is possible. It wasn’t just some dumb idea on paper anymore. I actually did something.
So yeah, that was my ‘la primera de la 12’. Just a corner, but it felt like a win. Now onto the next eleven… eventually.
