Lately, I’ve been trying to keep myself level-headed about quite a few things, but someone — more often than not — end up getting myself in a panic over it all for nothing. I say “for nothing” only because everything has a way of ultimately working itself out, whether you see that as unfolding immediately after the thing has resolved itself, or even years down the road when something better comes along as the result of that once-perceived ‘missed opportunity’. That being said, even though I know that eventually things will work out, every once in a while I still find a way to get myself worked up over some things. Currently, to name a few, this includes grad school admissions; saving money; wanting to move out on my own; losing weight; and of course, my romantic life (or lack thereof).
It’s so easy to just give up, or even to try and convince yourself of all the reasons why something won’t work out. That goes for any of my above stresses, but also anything that you can probably come up with in relation to your own current life situation. For example, in regards to my grad school applications, I’ve applied to only two schools, both for a Masters in Teaching/Education: the University of Toronto and the University of Waikato (in New Zealand). I’m worried that I won’t get into U of T and will have to move to the other side of the world to get my education (even though it would be quite the adventure). And naturally, I’m even more stressed that I won’t get into either schools and as a result, think about the potential chaos and disruption my life would face as a result with no schooling and no full-time job. This is still however, a lot closer to feeling at peace with my academic choices than I was only a month and a half ago, when I was convinced that I would not get into any Canadian schools and had refused to apply to any universities in Toronto. I decided though, that maybe my time spent gallivanting around my beautiful city is not quite over yet, and that I can still see myself staying here a while longer. That, and the fact that my hefty list of experience in my field of choice is nice padding to an application. I’m getting cold feet for moving away and that’s okay — deciding to apply to U of T has decreased my stress ten fold simply because there’s now a chance that I’ll have the opportunity to stay here and still get my schooling done.
The other stresses are ones that I try to work on, too. Putting money aside from each paycheque, planning on moving out with one of my closest friends once I get an acceptance to U of T; eating healthier and cutting back on fast food (goodbye, darling McDonald’s — it’s been one hell of an artery-clogging ride); and being a little bit more open to flirting, despite the fact that I feel an outsider would view it as the equivalent of watching a gazelle being stalked by a lion (you just sort of pity the animal who thinks it’s doing just fine).
Really, the best way that I manage my panic over life is simple: trust your gut. Not your brain that tries to rationalize how things may potentially go wrong and is filled with doubt, but your gut instinct that so often is silenced when it says, Hey, I’m pretty sure I can do this!
Do you often trust your gut? How do you feel in the long-run, after doing (or not doing) so? Let me know in the comments!