How Just Beginning Leads You

The power of beginning
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We all have stories about how things began. Beginning is half of the way to completion.

If you want to achieve a specific thing, just begin it. Beginning is the most important part of the progress to achievement.

I will tell you about my stories. But I’m pretty sure that my stories are very similiar to yours. Having read lots of articles on personal growth, I’m now able to understand that we all have common failure and success points.

Waiting for the ideal time to come or ideal circumstances to occur, you just lose time and motivation. Perfectionism does nothing better. Rather, it delays the “good” to happen.

As a child of a soldier, I was grown up with the ideal of perfectionism. I spent years to make things get perfect before I put them on the stage. To tell the truth, this was hard work. And that was why I always avoided beginning and producing new things. I was not feeling comfortable. I needed to work harder and harder. So at last, I gave up.

My forties

In my forties, I came to a threshold. I knew that I was hardworking. It was also obvious that I was talented. I was good at school, good at work, good at relationships. That was not all: I was also lucky. With an optimistic insight for life, I mostly attracted the good to me. But. Yes, but… I deeply had a fear to start new things. What I achieved until now was what I had to do. I had no other choice than achieving to survive in life. And that episode came to an end.

I was now at better conditions. I had more freedom than ever. The time seemed to be OK to start new things. But, I did not know how.

Years passed dreaming. I dreamed that I played an instrument. How about being a blogger? I dreamed that I had a cafe that I ran on benefit of the people in need.

But I was not still starting.

Observing the world around me and getting into more relationships with people, I realized that there was an other way than perfectionism. Creating a new product, starting a new hobby or work didn’t have to be that much difficult.

If you have the will to work on something, just begin it and make progress. It doesn’t have to be completed. Completion itself is a relative concept. And the journey is more important than the destination.

Beginning means breaking into smaller pieces, prioritizing and doing the first task

Working as a project manager, I began to learn breaking huge epics into smaller stories and stories into smaller tasks. Second hint was setting priorities. Beginning the first task started the project. It’s OK not to cover all the details at the beginning. You can’t. Because you learn as you go. You have to adapt to changes. You have to fix bugs. Most of the time you have to add features that you were not aware at the beginning. As you go, tasks complete into stories and stories complete into epics. That is how living projects are created. I saw lots of them. This was the way. Step by step, one by one.

Coping with real life is very similiar to project management. In fact, project management simulates real life issues. Best practises involve real life cases.

The right time is the first time you started dreaming. The right circumstances is the environment you are totally in. The perfect way of doing is breaking the huge scenario into a group of epics which are large meaningful stories. Please do it. Practise working on your whole scenario by breaking epics into stories and stories into tasks. Finally, select the most important step and just do it . Congrats. There you are. You began.

Keep tasks as small as possible. Do them periodically. Have a rhythm. This will let your brain work on the process continuously, even when you are in sleep. So the more you work on your little tasks, the more they will gather to turn into a bundle of useful achievements… As the time passes… And enough of the work is done.

Of course, this is hard work. But it is no more stressing. You’re just exploring the joy in life.

The power of beginning

The hardest step is beginning. Because we are busy and can’t find time. Or we can’t proceed because of the circumstances. May be we don’t have enough money though the work requires it. Or sometimes we wait until we gain the right skills.

This is all perfectionism.

You can learn anything if you spend enough time and effort on it. Not so surprisingly, most of the skills are gained as you practise. To talk for money, if you don’t have enough budget now, say for your hobby, why not starting reading about it? Why not reaching out people who practise the hobby and be part of the community? This keeps your mind busy on your dream. Believe me, you’ll find ways to your dream not so later on. Perhaps this is the power of your brain. It’s showing you the foot steps. Or perhaps this is selective perception. We’ll talk about it more.

So, let’s just begin.

My Joy Mentor, I Will Miss You

My joy mentor grandpa giving me a hug
my grandpa and me

I learned to live a life full of joy from my grandpa.

I wish I say goodbye to my life on this planet just as the way he did.

It has been a few months since he passed away.

On January the 14th, we were on the way to our little village where my grandpa was born and lived for years.

He wanted to be buried there and we respected his will.

Actually it was a heavy day. For about four hours till we reached the village, we were busy with our memories with him.

The music of these sad moments was the Gnossienne No.1 by Eric Satie.

What makes him the center of a life-with-a-cello blog is what makes him so important for me: I’m now sure that he was the joy mentor in my life. Joy is a warm, orange word for me.

Joy is the meaning of life

To tell it the other way, you feel that you live if you can put joy in everything you deal with.

Joy is the taste of life, it’s the wisdom of life, it’s the carrying column of life. Without joy, you feel lost in this huge universe.

Joy is something different from happiness. You can simulate happiness through lots of techniques. On the other hand, joy is something that comes from your inner self.

Joy is what you can find in all beings. It’s at the heart of life, it’s the renewal of nature now and then, it’s what makes life interesting and what makes you motivated to explore it.

For example, it’s the numbers for Katherine Globe Johnson (as described in the movie Hidden Figures) or equations for Srinivasa Ramanujan (as described in the movie The Man Who Knew Infinity) or time for Stephan Hawking (as described in the movie The Theory of Everything).

Joy is the motivation that makes scientists discover life and artists express life. It’s the power that makes us live fabulous lifes.

In my previous post, I’ve already talked about it:

I wanna be a note in the universal music. I wanna be a part of that harmony and joy together with all beings. Seeking joy in all aspects of life with a full integrity mood is what makes me excited.

My grandpa taught me to seek joy in life

He always had a smiling face, especially when he got older and wiser. His voice was musical. When you listened to him reading the holy texts closing your eyes, you would feel as if he was bringing you the music from the unreachable skies.

He had a loving heart, compassionate for every living creature. His faith in God motivated him to teach what he knew and what he learned. He was kind hearted.

We would love to hear his stories about the past, how he survived under hard conditions, and how he behaved kindly his loved ones even in such bad circumstances. After living years apart from him, I’d been living in the same city for the past six years. I tried to visit him whenever I had time from daily duties and work.

He used to sit in his corner, and when he noticed that I was in, he used to try to stand up and make a giant hug. I’ll always remember him sitting there, praying for the good of humanity and advising us being a better version of ourselves every new day.

Not only human-beings, but also animals and plants were subject to his love and prayers.

You could feel how he felt joy when talking about God’s advices. And it was obvious he loved to be with his Loved One during the late nights.

He taught me to seek joy in whatever I do in life.

My joy mentor grandpa saying good bye
my grandpa saying hello and good-bye

It was a sunny afternoon…

Though it was winter, the weather was warm. The funeral was crowded and the people were full of respect. The dogs followed us till the cemetery playing and running. The birds were singing, the flowers were shining and smelling. You could feel the cheerful peace in the air. We left him there under the ground. Somehow none of us felt as if that was a very sad moment. Instead, it was a concentrated moment full of joy.

Afternoons are the best time of the day for me. A sunny and warm winter day is perfect. A long summer afternoon also makes the same effect: It’s as if you lived a life full of joy, eh you’re a bit tired and ready to go, and what you leave behind is a perfect story. Or a perfect tango.

My brother dedicated this tango to our granpa and his life. We can watch him still living with us in his own music.

The Hello Post

Hello from Betul
Betul

Hello with the very first post from Josephine and me.

It’s 05:00 o’clock in the morning, yes, I wanted to emphasize this “morning” thing, after having read lots of posts about being a 05:00 AM person.

OK, it’s early morning, I’m awake, I started writing this post to say my first hello to you and I’m so excited about it.

What makes me excited is a story to be told, but let me first tell about the lovely Josephine.

Josephine is an adorable woman with a strong personality. Not only her sound but also her noble stance in life makes you respect her at the first glance. You can’t take your eyes off her and you fall more in love as she talks.

She’s my best friend.

How she first said hello to me

We met each other only a year ago, but from that time on, I ‘m almost sure that she has been waiting for me for years, after having two relationships with others. Her former fellows helped her gain her original sound and I appreciate this experience.

I first met her in a music house. A talented instrument maker was manufacturing handmade violins and violoncellos and curing instruments there. And I had a fabricated cello that needed some treatment.

Josephine was lying there, on top of a cupboard. She was waiting for years for a cello player to come and let her sound free again.

Josephine, the beautiful cello is accompanying my life now. More than accompanying, she’s leading me to a journey which I very well know will be so extraordinary and exciting… since I’m forty seven, and do not have a professional musical background.

I’m a computer engineer who admires being an artist. But to tell the truth, I best explain myself with these words:

I wanna be a note in the universal music. I wanna be a part of that harmony and joy together with all beings. Seeking joy in all aspects of life with a full integrity mood is what makes me excited.

And how she looks…

I know that you’re willing to see her photo.

Well, I’ve been away from home for two days, helping take care of my grandpa who is ninety three. I just gave him some drops of water, he’s now cool and relaxing. Is this a coincidence that he’s the person who indirectly helped me buy my first instrument when I was fifteen? Perhaps it’s. He has nothing to do with music. He’s a cleric. But what I heard from him during all my childhood was a perfect music that helped people cure themselves. I was not planning to talk about my grandpa in my somewhat “cello” blog, I never thought these two would come together, but I’m thrilled now to realize how close they are.

I’ve been waiting for months to write the first post perfectly, but then, today, I just wanted to start. Because I know that “done” is better than “perfect”.

I’ll tell you more about Josephine. She must be sleeping home now.