The night before leaving for NYC and welcome my constant friend—super anxiety. I go back and forth between feeling like I know what I’m doing and feeling like I’m an idiot for trying to do this. Tonight, the ladder won and I’m suffering from stabbing stomach pains once again.
Tried to share my fears with my husband tonight but I think I have succeeded in turning him into a robot after so many of the same worry-filled conversations.
“It’s normal babe, what your feeling is totally normal. Don’t worry, it will all work out. You got this.”
Somehow, I don’t hear Bobby McFerrin playing as I go to bed with another night of angst-ridden, dog-hugging, sleepless thoughts racing through my mind. (Yes, this is what most nights feel like when you are trying to build a business from scratch).