It's the first week of November, and this Wednesday is the first day of my very first internship: I'll be playing the harp for an hour a week at a local nursing home, to a tiny group as well as to individual residents.
To say that I've been anxious about it for the past week would be putting it mildly. This is something I'm super excited about, having looked forward to it for months now, and it's really not all that complicated.
But it is NEW.
And what if the residents don't like me? What if the staff think I'm weird or annoying? (Even though the kind activities director was very enthusiastic and welcoming when we met!)
I know all will be well, but all my dizzy mind needs is to know that I'm about to embark on something new, and it all but short circuits and leaves me in a state of lethargy and confusion. That said, I also trust that I am a servant of One much greater than little me, One who is known for using the unlikely and even the unworthy. So, I find rest in that, especially when I find little rest in the conventional sense! (Sleep's been rough the past several days--another nice effect of anxiety.)
After Wednesday, I'll share what that first session with the nursing home residents, my harp, and myself was like. Until then, I leave you with a snapshot from this past Halloween morning, when I played harp at Kai's Koffee, a locally owned coffee shop where I have begun playing every other Saturday morning.
How do you overcome anxiety from beginning something new? Let me know in the comments!
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