I tend to feel like it’s natural to be afraid of anything new.
I have these thing that I’ve had to force myself to do.
And I won’t lie. They scare me. They’d scare anyone.
I’ve forced the parts of my body that don’t want to cooperate to do exactly THAT.
Moving the parts that don’t want to move.
Bending the unbendable.
Teaching things that don’t to DO.
It always scares me at first.
And then I do it again and again.
Again and again.
And soon it’s second nature. Well, some of it would be second nature anyway. I guess that makes it third nature. Did I tell you the part where I suck at math?
I do eventually stop being afraid of whatever it is.
But it doesn’t mean I ever forget that feeling.
That is where I get my deep respect for anything that caused me fear.
Remembering things that caused me pain/struggle/confusion are part of my learning process.