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.