Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Change

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The fears I have had since I was a little girl have disappeared with age, but the one I cannot dispense with is my fear of complete change. I do not mind change but only in moderation. Even though many anticipate the day they have to leave for college, I dread the idea of deserting everything and everyone I know. Even after understanding that change benefits me by obtaining more life experiences and developing into a mature adult, I still am hesitant. Something from within me creates this sense of doubt and I panic. I feel as though I need some kind of special training before being sent off to the “real world,” but I know there is no such class. Daily, I pray to God for guidance in my choices and life. Although, I may not be able to hear or

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