I am going to do it, I think to myself, I am going to start applying to both law schools and writing schools. I have been putting this off for too long now. Oh don’t worry, I had plenty of good
I start looking at schools that are far away, because I promised myself that if I am going to do this then I am going to make an adventure out of it. I have no idea where I will end up. I am mostly hoping that if I throw enough things against a wall the right one will stick.
My throat starts closing up, is this what it is like to have a panic attack? Don’t be ridiculous, I try to console myself, you have wanted this for a long time. My sub-conscious has no empathy for me. Which just leaves me feeling ridiculous. For all of my talk of bravery and stepping into the great unknown, I am a big chicken.
Don’t judge me. It is easy to talk about going out into the unknown while you are safe in your warm bed. It is a lot harder when you are dangling off the edge of a cliff.
It is hard to leave everything and everyone you have ever known to venture out all. by. yourself. Oh it is easy to do for a couple weeks, months even. That is manageable, because I know I will return soon. But to leave for years, or forever – that is even harder. To know that my 2 year old and 3 month year old niece might not even remember me when I return, well that is the hardest of all.
So I find myself torn. Torn between chasing my dreams and seeing where life takes me. Or staying in the place that I am surprised to say I have fallen in love with. Then the panic starts in, because I think that if I don’t leave now then I never will.
It is hard to pinpoint what exactly I am afraid of. I know I will be fine. I know I will survive. But knowing that doesn’t stop the fear from creeping in. Knowing this is what I want should make it easier, but it doesn’t.
So we convince ourselves that our dreams our merely meant to be pretty pictures put on our shelf of someday. Thought about and admired, but not something we ever dare lived. Letting go will probably be terrifying. Until it isn’t, until I am fine. It can be terrifying to let go of our comfort, of our safety, of the life we thought we had wanted. But what is even more terrifying is the thought that we can miss out on the best parts of our life because we were too afraid to let go.
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