It’s always difficult to adjust to new surroundings. New people, new places, make it difficult to make sense of the most common things
Meeting new people gets intimidating, especially when the people are accomplished in their areas of expertise and know what the hell they are talking about. You look like a newbie trying to make sense of the world. Trying to get up on your feet. The world seems a whole lot different even when you know it’s not. My recent change and feelings could be attributed to exactly these things. Somehow, my brain seems to be churning out a whole lot of scenarios in a very small amount of time. Doubts, swirling my head. Hope, running through my heart. Fear, gripping my veins. It’s anxious and existing out there.
So, here I am. Facing my fears. Amongst peers. Looking for a better life. Cheers.
Change is common. So is the feeling everytime something changes dramatically. Some people revel in it. Others, not so much. Cautiously approaching the unknown, taking there own time to deal with the questions life has to offer at every turn. I might be in the latter group, trying desperately to get to a point where change won’t bother me. I’ve failed miserably so far. As much as I want to be completely fine with it, I seem to get a bit worried. Maybe it’s natural. Maybe it isn’t. Either way, it happens and I’ve to deal with it with a thumping heart. Every single time. I hope the changes that are about to happen are the kind that propels me into a position I want to be in. I know things will be tough, and there’ll be occasions when I’ll feel flummoxed. But I do hope I’ll have the strength to face them. I hope I’ll get to a position where I can revel these changes. I hope my thumping heart will be able to control itself. I hope these changes make my life better. I hope these changes improve my take on life. I hope.