I am guilty of postponing things because of uncertainty. Things like my thesis because I wasn’t sure I was doing it well enough or not calling someone because I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what was going to be said on the other end of the line.
Things like not applying for postgrad studies because I wasn’t sure I was ready or not leaving my toxic relationship because I wasnt sure of how my partner would accept it; perhaps too, of how I would handle people’s reactions.
In many regards, I have dreaded uncertainties of endings, failure, and disappointment. I have feared the unknown and I allowed fear to stand in the way of possibilities. The possibilities of doing, being and becoming. I allowed fear to conquer while I suffered.
Now I am learning slowly; and sometimes painfully, that in endings; there are also beautiful beginnings. I am learning slowly; and sometimes painfully, that in uncertainty lies possibilities.