I cannot imagine that there is a single person alive today who has not doubted themselves at least once in their lives. We all know the feeling. It grows in our stomach, a lead weight that sinks us. It is a bomb that destroys our strongest convictions. Worst of all, it is a poison that kills our most beautiful dreams.
Getting accepted into our dream college. Making the school track team. Becoming an astronaut. I think we all have dreams such as these at some point in our lives. But oftentimes these same ambitions come with an unwelcome friend: doubting ourselves. We may have the best grades or a stellar mile time, yet we question our own capabilities. Sometimes this causes us to give up before we even have time to fail.
When I was a high school freshman, I wanted to start a club that would bring attention to underappreciated extracurriculars through a school news website. I had no clue where to start. Asking my guidance counselors for help was bad enough. The worst part was meeting with the principal about the proposal of the club. I was terrified. I felt unprepared and over my head. I doubted myself. I never did start that club.
I do not regret it since it gave me the time to focus my energy and succeed in the other clubs I was already involved in. But I still have dreams much greater than a high school club that have yet to be achieved. What if I doubt myself in the same way that I did before. Will I still be free of regret?
I want to be a veterinarian. I know that it will require an extra four years of school after Penn State, not to mention the stressful process of applications and interviews. And to even be a competitive candidate I must complete hundreds of hours shadowing a veterinarian. Even writing about all of it creates a pit in my stomach and fear that I will not be good enough.
That is what doubt is: fear that we cannot obtain our heart’s desires. But what I think I fear even more is not trying. Some may say that a person cannot fail if they do not try in the first place. But I believe that is a failure in itself because we failed to believe in our strength.
When I feel doubt, I remind myself of all I have achieved and what it took to get that far. If I can believe in myself once, I can do it again.
I have really enjoyed reading your first few blogs this semester! Keep up the great work.
-Lauren