The Fear (of Trying)
For the longest time I have never gone out of my comfort zone. And if I did I would always do what I do best at the time, bail out. The slightest discomfort, the irksome worry or the fear of not knowing what will happen next had always led me to shrink into my shell; anxious of things most often than not have not really happened.
These past 9 months have been the most difficult. Little by little I have gone out into the world of the unknown. Changed jobs, met new people, been out and into a relationship I have ticked off my list. And now, life has closed in on me; backed up into a wall I myself have made.
No more is the safety of steady bills, or the comfort of a lavish lifestyle. Nothing was easy, and it’s been almost a year. Truth was, I was terrified of things not going my way and that kept me from going out into the world.
Here I stand, worries that never materialized are but past me. Sure enough the problems are still coming. But Rome, was not built in a day as they say.
