Your heart is pounding. Breaths, quick and shallow. Hands, shaky. Stomach, tight. Are you nervous or excited? What’s the difference?
I choose excited. And it is a choice; one that you can consciously make. A very crucial choice. The physical signs are similar, if not exactly the same. Plus they both usually occur before an uncommon event, normally one with social implications or pressures. But the connotations? Opposite. Nervousness undoubtedly carries a negative connotation, apprehension about the perceived outcome. Excitement, on the other hand, denotes positive anticipation. Yeah, I think that’s it: apprehension vs. anticipation.
So next time you have to give that big speech, want to talk to that cutie, ask your boss for a raise, take the game deciding free throw: Are you nervous? Nope. Excited. Go beast it.
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I really like this post. Thanks for putting it up here. I still have physical stuff I struggle with petrifying fear around - cliff jumping, for example. I'm about to go skydiving for the first time and I don't think that'll be too hard but I might be surprised when I get up there. I intend to go bungee jumping someday soon, too, and I know that'll have my heart racing and me having to really urge myself to go.
Fear that really literally paralyzes me, in the past, where I've been unable to will myself to do something (jump off a cliff into water 30 feet below that I know is totally deep and safe and I won't hurt myself) is a hard thing to work with because I can't even describe the sensation or reason about it with myself. Intellectually I know it's safe, but I have stood on the edge of a cliff for ten minutes just standing there looking down and then walked back, unable to bring myself to jump. I guess the only way to put it is that I find that panicked state so unpleasant it's dissuading me. But as you say, why do I find it unpleasant?
I was thinking about bungee jumping and came to a kind of similar conclusion as what you say here: I thought, when I'm on the edge of the cliff, about to jump, why not tell myself, "Yes, this is terrifying... but since I have the bungee cord it's entirely safe - what an amazing opportunity, to be able to experience free-fall over a river, but completely safely!" and then try to cultivate that mindset so I jump with an attitude of "I'm going to enjoy this racing-heart state and enjoy falling hundreds of feet through the air because few other times in my life can I safely have this experience."
That's not to say I'll get out there and find it's easy, but I think I can make the jump. We'll see!
I have a thing about rocks and water. The possibility of hitting something is too high for me. Sure, others might have jumped off of the cliff hundreds of times before me, but maybe a rock feel/shifted, and when I jump I'll hit it. It doesn't even have to be a rock that fell, often it could be a tree that has fallen. People have been impaled underwater from such things. The chances just don't help reassure me.
Don't get me wrong, I love heights and jumping off of things. In a few weeks I'll be visiting Las Vegas for a vacation/family reasons. While I am there, I will be doing the SkyJump, which is a jump off of the Stratosphere building. They have a cable attached to you (of course), and it is an 855 foot fall at 40mph. I'm really looking forward to it.
Any time I jumped off a cliff in Austin I went down in the water first and dropped down and felt around on the bottom to make sure it was plenty deep. Because otherwise, yeah, I'm a chicken about that stuff too. I'm not jumping into murky water without testing the depths first.
SkyJump sounds cool. I want to get back to Macau at some point and do that bungee jump, though it is definitely the scariest thing I can imagine doing (the scariest actually-safe thing, that is. It would be scarier to jump off the building without a cord tied to me.)
This is an amazing concept. I really like the whole idea of it. This Summer I may be traveling to Russia as part of a Government exchange program from the NSLI-Y (http://exchanges.state.gov/youth/programs/nsli.html). I would be doing it completely alone, which would be the first time I flew alone (I'm a High School kid), let alone into a foreign country. So, my biggest qualm about actually deciding to do it is the fact that I would be arriving in a foreign airport where I don't speak the language (Note, I would be going to Russia for that exact purpose: to learn Russian).
I'm thinking I will just "man" through it, and go for it.
Nathanael, that sounds really awesome! I am 10 years removed form HS and I never even thought about life outside of the US until my final year in college.
You better do it man! What an awesome opportunity.
There will be enough English speaking to get by and the best way to learn a language is to throw yourself into the "fire" so to speak.
There was actually a little change of plans. I'll probably be going to Russia my Senior year Summer. This Summer I am saving for a solo, round-trip to Iceland. I will be hiking 100+ miles across the country. Since it will be mostly all on my dime (parents aren't really pitching in), I have a lot of planning to do, as well as some work. In Iceland they speak Icelandic, and since I don't feel up to learning such a complicated language, I am learning Norwegian (I've already started) instead. I'm really looking forward to it. =D
So I'm trying to be a good little blogger and update this puppy every day. I've got two hours left before it's tomorrow and I don't have the picture I need to do the update I want, so we're going into the vault.
A couple years ago I put the biggest above ground pool I could find in my living room. The pictures were posted to a bunch of those link collecting sites and almost 7000 people saw the pictures the first day. Every year or so they are rediscovered and they get a ton of hits. However, I've never publicly told the story of the pool and why I did it. Avast!
One day my friend Crystal sends me an IM. Here's a dramatic rendition of the event :
As I struggle through my daily routine this week of school, homework, eating, and being excessively exhausted most of the time, I am looking forward to what this weekend will bring. The festivities will commence on Friday, when I take on my first real job (internship) interview. As you would guess, I'm very nervous yet these nerves are accompanied with even more feelings of excitement. I've been following this company since they started up a little bit over a year ago, and to me just having the opportunity to discuss something I respect so much with the people who put their entire lives towards is such an undeserved blessing.
Friday night will then consist of coffee and tea with my lovely friend Paige. Considering the extravagant amount of time we dedicate to conversation over coffee, no one would believe us if we said this conversation was essential for both of us. In a time of college acceptances and rejections, SAT scores coming out, families just slightly more tense than usual, the school year coming to a close (aka AP and IB tests hanging over our heads), etc. it will be very nice to sit in the peaceful aura our conversations are able to manifest.
The other day I was walking with a girl from my school and she was asking me all of these questions about my friends. She said, "Well if it is just the three of you, what do you do on the weekends?" I explained to her that we sometimes go to dinner or try to engage in cultural events, but mostly we of course get coffee and just talk. Sometimes for hours at a time. I think my record time spent at Starbucks with Ali was eight hours. She then said something along the lines of, "You can spend that much time with your friends without getting sick of them? How do you not run out of things to talk about?" And that was a true awakening to a whole new level of gratitude. I know the exact feeling of apprehension to end a conversation that she is talking about, and I am sure most of you do too. When a conversation has taken such a boring turn that you crave some form of escape. Or even when you have friends that your mentality differs from so much that its hard to connect. I have had many friends like this in the past, but I can honestly say that that has never been a problem with Ali and Paige. I cannot remember a time where conversation has reached its end. If anything, it is a struggle to force myself to be the first when to end the whirlwind of dialogue when I have to be somewhere else.
At any rate, back on track... After coffee we will then be going to a mediation class at our local yoga studio. I have not done guided mediation for some time and I cannot wait to reap the benefits of it.
Saturday I will be going to a TOMS warehouse sale. Being an avid TOMS supporter I am very excited. Each time something like this has come up I have always been preoccupied or precommited to something else, but this time it has worked otu perfectly and I cannot wait.