Tomorrow, I begin school again.
A strange mix of nervosity, confidence, excitement and fear play the musical chair sitting one after the other in my heart. Reaching for my dream of attaining higher education is precious, but most importantly, I have consciously chosen the problems that come along with student life. Tight budget, late nights, performance worries and information overloads are difficulties I gladly accept. Still, I have to rumble with not knowing how it will go since it’s been so long I’ve been to school, and I will be moving across a continent at the same time. I’m scared, but my desire to do this is behind me, pushing and pushing, making sure I keep moving forward.
My thoughts are scrambled, and I’m a little restless. I’m anxious to find out if my student financial support will come through. I’m eager to meet my teachers virtually. My math teacher seems really kind and fun, and I can’t read much of my English teacher’s personality in her more formal introduction. All the classes look interesting and some more challenging. What a privilege to be able to put myself through higher education. Gosh, all those years of self-doubt and low self-esteem refrained me from giving myself a fair chance at success. No matter what outcome awaits, I’m already hooked to the new future I can start tasting.
Breath in, breath out, my task for tonight, relax and rest before my new beginning.
