In the long process of rising to greatness or even goodness, starting is the hardest. It’s a commitment, and like all commitments, it’s scary. Partly because when we start it implies ownership. Our journey becomes . . . real. It’s like jumping out of an airplane with a parachute that you have to trust; there’s no going back. But you can’t see the world without crossing an ocean, so just start. That first step is a doozy.