I’m scared.
I’ve floated through life always choosing the safest options.
I’ve gone from school to college and the next step is university.
I’ve avoided relationships out of fear of getting my heart broken, knowing that loving anyone but myself is a dangerous game.
I have the next three years of my life planned out but after my education is over and done with, what’s left? I’ll have myself and a degree. There is no absolute certainty that my degree will land me a job which supports me financially, let alone someone else.
What if I never find love? Maybe not even love, maybe there will be a lack of romantic partners entirely.
Will I still be friends with the people I hold close to my heart today?
I’m going to be thrown in at the deep end, unsure if I’ll ever have the life I’ve been holding out hope for since I was a little girl.
I want the whole cliche soulmate, marriage and babies thing. I want to teach tiny versions of myself all the things that I had to find out on my own. I want to watch them grow up and have a life that allows them to grow as individuals and create the life they dream of, feeling safe in the knowledge that they have parents who love them unconditionally.
I want to wake up in my husband’s arms every morning, feeling just as safe as I’ve felt for the last eighteen years of my life.
It’s that fear of the unknown that leaves me clinging onto every last piece of adolescence that I have left.
I’m running out of safe options and reality is setting in, clawing at me until I finally have to give in and accept that it’s me against the world.
“Fear is a manipulative emotion that can trick us into living a boring life. " - Donald Miller




