I go back to school this Monday.
I’m scared. Of what? Of everything and everyone. Of failing. Of being wrong. Of feeling awkward or uncomfortable.
But I know I will fail and be wrong and feel awkward and get uncomfortable. That’s life. That’s also part of growing as a person.
I’m not mentally or emotionally ready. I just spent the last four months at home, hundreds of miles away from campus. And away from as many people as possible.
But a part of me is still excited. I’m excited to learn. I’m excited to see what this school year has in store for me. I’m excited to establish a routine and follow a schedule.
I’m terrified though.