The day I’m back at Waxing UnLyrical (hi!!!).
The day I get back to my “real” life… as well as my online one.
The day I officially start my new job, after several years of being my own boss.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel a little weird.
But I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, nervous, hopeful, apprenhensive…
Those butterflies that should be flitting around April showers and Spring flowers?
They seem to have taken up permanent residence in my stomach.
Every single time I’ve started on a new venture, I’ve been nervous. So, while part of me wishes I could crawl back into my pajamas and cocoon of home-and-husband-and-dogs, part of me is grateful that all these years on, I’m still nervous.
It reminds me of when I used to act (like, on a stage… you know, “real” acting). No matter how many times we’d performed the show, we were always nervous before we went on. Which might be why I stayed so thin all those years, since I couldn’t eat anything for fear I’d throw up, but I digress.
I don’t know how you react to nerves, but my nerves, and nervousness, remind me of so much.
They remind me that I don’t know everything (but you already knew that).
They remind me that I’m human (you already knew that too).
They remind me that while I might have come a long way, I have an even longer way to go (you knew that too… dang, you’re smart!).
My nerves are keeping me alive.
They were fairly calm the last few weeks thanks, no doubt, to the stellar team of WUL bloggers who kept this blog going (thank you, all!), and so many good wishes coming to me from so many different directions.
And now they’re reminding me… it’s show time.
So would you wish me good luck… or, rather, to break a leg?
And… how do you deal with your nerves? Do you get them, still? Or have you found a way of putting them permanently in their place? Do share, I’d love to know.