Why is getting outside so hard when I actually love nature?

One evening Nasreddin announced he would climb the hill behind his village at dawn. He sharpened his stick. He checked the sky for rain. He argued with himself: north path or south path? By sunrise he'd picked the west path instead, sure it was safer. By the time he picked it, the sun was high and the day was hot. He climbed the hill the following year. If this sounds familiar, you are not lazy. You do not hate the outdoors. The hill never moved. You did not fail to want it. You failed to survive your own planning. The friction is the maps, the apps, the gear lists, and the fifteen possible trails. It is not your feet. So stop treating this like a character flaw. Treat it like clutter to clear. Pick fewer choices, not more willpower. One trail, memorized. One bag, always packed. One fixed time each week, decided once and never renegotiated.