When does it ever get easier? I have the same fluttery uncomfortable feeling I always had when school started again. Would I like my classes? Would I find my classes? Where would I sit in the cafeteria? Where. Is. The. Bathroom? This time, I've left behind really great friends, the kind that text me encouraging words even as they're working double time because they're short handed. And I miss them.
The new job is bigger, different, figuring it out is stressful, and that Odd Man Out sensation is so strong. I've been here before, conquered it, and have the friends to prove it, so this too shall pass. I can do this. That thing you're worried about? You can do it, too. I know you can.
I hope you have no idea what I'm talking about. Really! I think there are people who are certain of their welcome in every room they enter. If you are one of these lucky souls, don't tell me. I just finished a Christmas story with a hero who I strongly identify with. He stands apart in order to avoid mistakes. If social anxiety ties you up in knots, know you've got a friend in me and Mr. Rogers and have a little quote with a good dog to start this Monday.