The first time for anything is hard. I remember my first bike ride, I’ve never gotten much better at it. My first time hiking with a group in the Olympic National Forest, beautiful, but I spent a lot of time looking for bears and trying not to fall off old logs. My first kiss was easier, I had a partner that knew what to do. My first airplane ride was full of panic and fear, I exited the plane on shaky legs and lots of sweat. My first time driving a car with a clutch I lived in San Francisco, I did fine, the guy behind me was a bit fearful when I rested my car on his bumper so I could shift on a hill. My first-time public speaking I couldn’t find my voice and spent the entire time wanting to pee. I’m having some of those feelings trying to write my first blog, not sure why that is….but now I have to pee.