Yesterday I had another moment of affirmation: a panic attack.
Since October, I’ve gotten much better at keeping them in line and talking myself off the ledge, as opposed to reaching out to my entire social network to talk me off the ledge.
I realized that my paranoia about success is, in fact, well placed. If I weren’t afraid of this next step, I’d probably be absolutely nuts. The fear is a motivator — I’m leaving something secure for something I’m passionate about and devoted to.
It’s interesting to hear loved ones talk about what I’m doing. They’re so excited for me, so proud and so invested. I’m grateful for all of it.
I feel like I’m about to jump out of a plane; I can stand on the edge for a while but sooner or later I need to jump. I’m ready!