Resistance is a familiar presence

I know what I need to do. I've known for decades.
Start with 20 minutes a day. That's all.
Twenty minutes.
To sit quietly. Fill the silence with nothing. Feel nothing. Simply let go.
Everything that worries me will be waiting for me when I'm done.
I won't disappear...maybe.
Honestly, I will. Not all of me, but parts of me. Parts of me that no longer serve who I am, nor who I will become. These parts hold me back, trip me up, and keep me down.
But, I've known them for so long...
How could I possibly survive without the constant companionship of the fears those parts instill in me every day?
Twenty minutes of stillness. Meditation. Learning to put aside the negative feelings and let the me still wanting to thrive come out and blossom.
I've done longer. I've been deep within some of the worst parts of myself and have lived to tell the tale.
None of this is unfamiliar, and yet I resist.
I know I'm strong enough to do this, and yet, I resist.
And, in this resistance is the absolute knowledge that I can do this, and I can succeed.
Otherwise, there would be no fear, there would be no resistance.
Ten breaths.
A good start.
Sit.
Eyes closed.
Relaxed.
Done.
A good start. And, I will build up as I allow myself. I will reveal more and more of the awesome woman yet to be seen. I will continue to discover who I am.
And, all I have to do is breath.