I am afraid of the unknown. What if I take a jump without a safety net? What if I fall? Who will pick me up? I have lived most of my life by the seat of my pants. I have always jumped right in, without giving it a second thought. I never had very far to fall.
This time is different. With each passing day I am considering moving to North Carolina more and more. Something about it seems right. I am afraid that I am misinterpreting something and it will be a big mistake. What if I hate it there? What if I take a fall that I cannot recover from? There just seem to be a lot of “what ifs”.
On the flip side, maybe this is what I am meant to do at this stage in my life. Maybe this is where I am supposed to be? If I don’t do this I will never know. I could miss out on something that I am supposed to be a part of.
It is the gray area, the not knowing that bothers me. It actually scares me. It also excites me. I will have to give it some more thought.