I often find myself struggling with fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what others may say or think, but most importantly the fear of failing.
The fear of the unknown is interesting, because it almost feels irrational. There is no guarantee that things will go bad. There is no guarantee that it will go well either. It’s almost a rational, irrational fear. If that makes sense.
The fear of others’ perceptions can be overwhelming. “What are people going to say about me?” “What will my parents think?” We forget sometimes that those people have their own lives. They are allowed to make their own decisions without judgement, and so are you.
The one that scares me the most is the fear or failing. The fear of failing can harm you in so many ways, that you cannot even fathom. The fear of failing will prevent you from going after opportunities that you may excel in.
When I accepted that fact that it was okay to make mistakes, I felt so free. Free from judgement, free from time constraints. Free from myself. I grew to be my own critic, but I don’t have to be.
I remind myself every day that it’s okay.
I remind myself that I live for me.
I remind myself that I deserve to be happy.