The Jitteriness of Firsts
There is a certain tremble that lives only in firsts. Not fear, not excitement exactly, just a polite chaos sitting somewhere in between. The first day in a new city, where even Google Maps sounds judgmental. The first hello, where your voice briefly forgets its job. The first attempt, where hands shake as if they have their own opinions. Firsts make the heart beat a little louder than necessary. They bring awkward pauses, unnecessary rehearsals, and a sudden urge to rethink every life decision. They arrive quietly but manage to make a lot of noise inside your head. There is beauty in that jitteriness. It means you are standing at the edge of becoming someone slightly newer, slightly braver. It means you still care enough to feel ridiculous. We like to believe confidence is calm and polished, but most courage starts with a deep breath taken at the wrong time. Most growth begins with unsure steps and pretending you know what you are doing. Firsts do not ask you to be perfect. They just ...
