What in the world was I thinking? I ask myself.
Starting all over, being "that strange new girl," fumbling around with paperwork, having to beg passers-by what's the [friggin'] code for this door?. People mispronouncing my name, me not remembering theirs. Packing / unpacking, not knowing where anything is. Strange bed, strange shower, and which one is my house key again? Another hospital, another city, another apartment. No friends, no family close by. Just me.
Then, after the little brat in me has stopped kicking and screaming, a quiet voice says, You wanted to travel, didn't you? Then suck it up and do what it takes.
"Pushing through fear is less frightening
than living with the underlying fear
that comes from a feeling of helplessness."
- Susan Jeffers, author of Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway
