It’s an interesting thing. Fear, for me, is the result of uncertainty. The feeling of not knowing if I’m making the right decision; if I’m going to be okay. What’s interesting is I’ve only recently begun feeling such a way. It happened as the result of a “failure.” I never had felt this type of fear before. I was so sure of myself, of my decision. Everything was always going to turn out fine.
Until they didn’t. Now, I’m always apprehensive. Always hesitant.
Before I quit a job I had had for over a year, I was nervous. What if my new job was worse? What if I couldn’t be as flexible? What if I wasn’t able to survive? So far things have been good.
I’m about to move out of a place I’ve lived for a year. What if my new place isn’t as great as it seems to be? What if I end up hating it? What if I’m not able to afford it after a few months?
I’m convincing myself that I’ll be fine. Convincing myself that this is a good decision, that I’ll be happier, more productive. I’ve made it this far.