A brilliant woman spoke to me this weekend about the difference between anxiety and anticipation. This conversation sits with me still, and has made me acknowledge the story I tell about fear and my associated actions in the name of it. Personally being in a time of significant change, I have identified this feeling: the gnawing stomach, insomnia, the sob ready to gurgle out of my throat, as anxiety. This is the feeling behind the stories of: I am scared shitless, I don’t know what I am doing, I don’t know where to begin, I am overwhelmed.
But, really, it is anticipation that had been misdiagnosed: it is hunger in my belly, it is my brain flickering like a summer lightning storm, and it is endless giggling just waiting to be let loose. These are the feelings behind the new story. The story called: “Hold on For a Wild Ride, This is Just Getting Exciting”.
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