What makes you nervous?
Hum..
The only thing that really gets to my nerves—at 24 years old—are the situations I haven’t experienced yet, or the ones I’ve only lightly touched and never fully embraced.
Even if I have some experience, it doesn’t always stop that overwhelming feeling from creeping in when I’m facing something new.
For example, moving into a new place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, having to create connections and find a way to “fit in”—that’s when the nerves kick in. I don’t sit around dreading it beforehand. It usually hits in the moment. The drive to the new place might feel like a breeze, but once I get there, start unpacking, and face the reality of it all—it can be a lot.
Eventually, I’ll go to work, meet new people, and settle into a rhythm. But it’s not until I’ve spent real time with someone, past the surface-level conversations, that I feel that twinge of nervous energy. It’s like my brain throws out this thought: “What if I mess this up?” And in that moment, I’m reminded—I’ve never been the type to naturally blend into what’s considered “normal.”
I’ve hit reset on my life more times than I can count. Each time, I step into new environments that carry the potential to fail, or leave me feeling like I’ve reached a dead end. Still, I keep showing up, even when it makes me nervous.
Regardless, in the end I the memories of all past experiences and have learned a way not to feel nurvos… and that called not giving a fuck.