New chapters of my life have always involved pre-anxiety moments. I know that it will always be this way because that’s just the way that I react, well– maybe even overreact at certain prospects. Whether it’s the transition from moving to different places (Philippines to Illinois; Illinois to Ohio; Ohio to Florida) or meeting new people, I always get nervous.
I could list a hundred events that gave me tachycardia, and caused me to be nauseated from thinking about it. Driving out on the open road by myself for the first time was one of those times. I freaked out so much, even though I’ve been driving with my mom on that same road for a long time. It’s safe to say that participating in activities that I haven’t tried before makes me nervous.
At every event, I had that little doubt in my mind that I would not be able to accomplish my goals. Moving from elementary to middle and middle to high school were some of the (from what I thought back then) scariest. However, the transition that gave me the most anxiety was going from sophomore of high school to a freshman in an actual college campus. I thought that it would be so hard, and that I’d hate every minute of it. I didn’t think that I would talk to new people, and that I’d miss high school. That was all wrong. I didn’t miss anything about high school, except for a few people; and it wasn’t even as hard as I thought that it would be.
Now, I am in another transition that is causing my palms to sweat. It’s another big step: going to nursing school. I know that there will be hard times, and it might not be the way that I expect it… but I will remind myself constantly that it doesn’t matter…. As long as I keep moving forward, anything is possible.