I begin my next Math class tonight. I am anxious again. I didn’t think I would be able to get through the first class, but I did.
Looking back to the beginning of my math book, everything seemed foreign. A very strange language that was familiar but I had no clue what to do. Now, still not completely sure of myself. Self doubt reigns. It is done. First one done. I conquered. Ha. Not really. Self doubt lingers.
As I look to tonight, I need to remind myself that the end will be here before I realize it. That everything always looks worse for me at the beginning. That I will conquer this class as well. Then to the next one, right?
Anxiety has been worse the past couple of weeks. Reminding myself of things to be grateful for helps. I am grateful that I am able to go back to school at 50. I am grateful for a math class to conquer. Maybe.
What are you grateful for?
Blessings for the new week.