My father taught me how to ride a bicycle. He ran beside me steadying the back wheel, and assuring me that I was doing good. . . and I rode. Until I realized that his voice was fainter and fainter. I turned to look and he was not there. I looked back and saw him standing there with his hands on his hips nodding his approval. I should have gone on, but panicked, turned the wheel to go back but ran into a bush. Daddy was right there getting me up and encouraging me to go again. And I did.
Go again. Get up, step out, move out from where you are. Yes, you will get resistance sometimes, nothing is ever easy. Go recognizing that you are encouraged and if you fall . . . you can get back up. Go for it! enough for now.