If I was to create a list of things that scare me, my hand would be in a perpetual state of inscription. Fear is something that controls my life. And I hate it.
I had a wonderful conversation with a friend of mine today and found out that we both feel a bit scared. I guess it’s normal to be frightened to start your freshmen year in college. When you’re a semester behind and everything feels wrong and confusing and you feel out of place and you just want to remain in a constant state of euphoria in your fabulous job. Or, well, that’s just me. Don’t get me wrong; I’m so excited to start college. But I’m so fucking scared. I’m anxious and nervous and curious and absolutely frightened.
The new episode of 90210 had something oddly relevant to say tonight: “Being brave doesn’t mean not being afraid. Being brave means being afraid but doing it anyway”.
I should be brave.
