Remember how I was totally dreading this month?

I was nervous about my RPM training, wondering how Kate would do at preschool, and gearing up for a solid week parenting solo.

But I did all those things.  And I think the apprehension was worse than the actual things.

I always worry I won’t make it.  That I can’t possibly get through the next set of challenges.  I’ll push against the concerns and worries like if I brace myself I can prevent nervousness or accepting the full reality of the challenge.

But I know that won’t work.  So in the face of a challenge, I hunker down, do my best, and take whatever comes piece by piece.

And I always make it to the other side.  I always do.  But when I come out the other end, it’s like amnesia takes over.  Then when faced with another set of challenges, it’s the same old I can’t make it feelings.

But this month I realized I always make it.  I always do it.  Come up with someway to see it through.  It’s easier to stear into the skid than fight.

If we’re not taking on challenges, then what’s the point, right?  If we’re not feeling a little scared, then what?  Maybe the best part has been there all along, those can I do this? feelings that ends, either way, with going through with it.