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[kellinator]

I was raised to be terrified of change.

In Pulaski, you get a job right out of high school, and you stay there until you retire or they lay you off to outsource your job to overseas, you marry your high-school sweetheart and if you're my parents, you stay married even if you hate each other. (If you're somebody else's parents, you embark on a whirlwind of divorces and remarriages that you need a scorecard to keep up with, but I digress.)

I stayed with high-school band even though I hated it, because I didn't want to be a quitter. I declared before I even started kindergarten that I was going to go to Vanderbilt, and I did.

I don't know how to strike out in a new direction. I don't know how to be brave.

I'm so scared I could throw up.

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[christine9600.livejournal.com]

Honey, take a deep breath here, okay? I don't really have any grand advice to dole out on accepting change, but I can say that overthinking it can make it much, much bigger and scarier than it needs to be. Do it in small steps, just kind of see where each little step takes you and then go from there. Quit trying to plan the end result. You can't put that kind of pressure on yourself or anyone else. Plan the end of the day, not the end of the year, okay? Relaaaaax... ;-)