Up until a few years ago, I would have never called myself an anxious person. I still wouldn’t, for that matter. But I have been experiencing more and more bouts of anxiety. When I reflect upon it, I have come to realize that often my anxiety stems from feelings of incapability. Driving makes me feel anxious, because I doubt my skills as a driver.
My supervisor came in today to observe me for the last time as a practice teacher. I woke up feeling so nervous, you know, like that unsettled feeling in the pit of your stomach? My observation went well, I had nothing to worry about, but still, I worry. I think one way of helping to combat this is to prepare more, so that every day is fully planned.
Sometimes I think feeling anxious is a good thing, it’s a sign that I still care.