How writing is like jumping into cold water

It's hard to sit down and write. It's not hard to keep writing once begun. But hard to begin. Hard to put the first mark on a clean sheet of white paper. At least I think so. To begin is like holding my breath and taking a wild jump into water I'm bracing myself against because I know its cold will be hard to bear. But if I do jump, submerge, endure the shock, start moving, then come up for air I know it will be worth it. With the movement, warmth comes. With the movement, distance is traveled and a trickle of joy appears. The page starts to fill and hopefully some of it will be useable.