Last week GCSE results came out. That day, six years ago I was running down a path in the South African botanical gardens to share mine with Lauren and the rest of our friends. We were on a hockey tour and so our teacher wrote our results out for us on a tiny slip of paper, we then got off the bus and wandered to far-flung points to read ours. I got all As and A*s. I wasn’t predicted to do much worse, but up until the second I unravelled my future I was convinced I was going to fail.
All this brought me back to a page I found the other day: If You Weren’t Afraid
I love the idea behind the page, it’s a simple question and yet challenging. What would you do if that nagging voice in the back of your head wasn’t holding you back? I’ve thought about the question for a while, reasoning that it hasn’t stopping me going out for things, or even achieving things. What I’m missing is the belief, truly believing that I have a shot. A lot of (pointless) worrying could probably be avoided. So here’s my little contribution…
P.S. A friend of mine from law school also posted about a similar topic the other day: 10 Things I Would Tell My Younger Self. Take a peak!