What Kaydee, Carrie and Nimrata said. "Starting tasks" can be things that have little consequence if they don't come out as you hoped, but the more the thought of doing it scares you poop-less the better. And they don't have to be trans* related, they should be everything and anything.
Many years ago I found out there was a comic book publisher in my street, not DC or Marvel or anything like that. They were a small Australian organisation that produced great educational comics for disadvantaged youth, especially those with low literacy. I needed money at the time and I could draw comics, so I thought maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to give me a bit of work. Little did I know at the time that they got a lot of people sending them samples of their work and requests for a gig. They were small, non-profit and the only work they ever had was for whatever they'd received specific funding to do, they already had an artist and a couple of freelancers. So they were always having to knock people back. But like I say, I didn't know that at the time.
I walked up to their door with a few samples of my work, feeling very insecure. Hadn't made an appointment, didn't know who I'd be talking to or what I'd say. Stood in front of that door for a good minute of two and wondered WTF I was trying to prove. They were going to say "no" I told myself, my art is "amateur", they'd just "laugh me out of the office". I was about to walk away when I gave myself a good talking to. "What is the worst that could happen?" They could say 'no' sure but it wasn't life or death, I needed they money but not so badly it was my only chance to keep myself solvent.
So, low stakes but important too. And the thought of going in scared me poop-less. So I told myself "the worst that can happen is that they say 'no'"...and I knocked on the door and went in. And guess what, I got continuing freelance work from doing that. It just so happened that week their top artist was away and the two freelancers likewise unavailable. Just that week. Another week either side and I probably would have been filed with the hundreds of other hopefuls never to have been heard of again. For me it was a defining moment, sure I got really lucky, but at least I tried.
I knocked.
I was scared to death of doing a simple thing like knocking on the door and showing my artwork to complete strangers. If I hadn't knocked I would have just walked away feeling like a loser and totally dejected. But I knocked. Even if they had said, no at least I would have walked only away disappointed but knowing that at least I had tried.
Like I say, a defining moment. It didn't make me super confident but I grew a little bit from it so that the next time I had to "knock" I'd remember that moment. Sometimes I'd go through with it, other times not...the times that I didn't often left me feeling disappointed with myself, and fortunately they have become less and less. The fear isn't any less, and sometimes the stakes are high. But I decide that if I'm prepared to accept the worst that can reasonably happen then I'm up for it...most of the time it is never anywhere near the worst, often it is close to the best. If not, I'll either make the best of it, try again or walk away, but at least I know I confronted my fear first.