self-doubt
I was staring at the ceiling of our house, while sitting. I wondered if i was truly capable to become a teacher. I found myself doubting if i was patient enough, or smart enough to guide students. As an education student standing in front of my classmates, fear mixed, and nervousness always consumed me. I always thought that maybe I had chosen the wrong course.
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But when i saw others so confidently standing in front of a crowd, i felt inspired and admired them. Hoping to be like them, i wished i also had that confidence. I worried about making mistakes because i might disappoint them, they might judge me. Sometimes, i thought choosing this path might be too hard for someone like me.
I looked at the key in our table, it was an old key that we always used. Holding it, i remembered someone saying to me that “doors only open if you’re willing to try”. I realized that doubt didn’t mean i should stop, it meant i cared deeply. Holding onto that thought, i believed i could make it, to graduate, and earn that profession.
