Yeah, so, um, I’m anxious – the fear wants to come along but weirdly enough my anxiety keeps it at bay. I worry because I know, no matter what, I will always be – the other. I’m actually cool with that but other people’s anxiety makes me anxious. I know they’re nervous, a bit fearful and I am susceptible to their sickness because I know there’s a high probability I won’t be accepted. But, then, I’m a Taurus and I really don’t think there’s anyone out there more stubborn than I.
I’m still anxious, still nervous, still telling myself that I needn’t fear, still going, just acknowledging this other emotion, anxiety.