Tonight I’m doing something totally scary for me. Absolutely terrifying. While it’s not the first time I’ve ever done this, it’s still scary.
The first time was back in June. When I got to the parking lot and turned off the car, I sat there thinking for a minute. I could walk over there, open the door and go in. Or I could turn the car back on and get out of there as fast as I could. I ended up being brave and going in. And even through things didn’t work out how I would have liked, I’m so glad I did it. I took a chance and it gave me all kinds of confidence that wouldn’t have otherwise.
So while I’m still definitely scared and nervous about tonight, I’m going into it knowing that I’ve done it once before and I can do it again. And I’ll survive, even if things don’t go perfectly.