I think I’m a quitter. Keeping up with things, facing challenges or the fear of what lies ahead. I just walk away. I remember saying “I don’t want to do this”
I remember saying “I don’t want to do this” about dance classes when I was a kid. Thankfully, I got over stage fright in secondary school.
I did one day of girl guides. I remember crying in my mum’s arms. Couldn’t give you the reason now.
I jump from one thing to another. My attention span is short.
I say I’m a quitter. I should say I used to be a quitter.
I get scared, fear things. Anxiety flaring.
But I’m better. Not 100% better. But better enough that I take responsibility.
I say I’m scared. I fear the unknown.
I don’t just give up. I still stop doing things or can’t be arsed when I know I should. On the road to recovery. I have a long way to go. I have many unknown lessons in life to learn. Fear won’t get me through. As far as any nerves I have. I need to use them positively.
Help me to push through. To enjoy every moment of life. See all I should face. So that I don’t have to say What IF?