When I was Fearless by Emma Pass
What comes to mind when you hear the word 'fearless'? Flinging
yourself off a bridge, with only a bungee rope tied around your ankle keeping
you from a watery death? Climbing Mount Everest? Skydiving? Swimming with
sharks?
But there are other ways to be fearless. And sometimes, you
don't even know it's happening.
When I was 19, I left home to go to university. I was going
to study Fine Art, and I was lucky enough to have a choice of places where I
could go: Winchester, Brighton or Bournemouth, all of which were less than 2
hours away from home, or Falmouth, which was about 6 hours away.
I chose Falmouth. Nothing unusual about that, you might say
– it was in Cornwall, by the sea, an art college with a great reputation. Who wouldn't choose to go there? But I was
an anxious teenager who didn't even like having to leave the house to buy a
bottle of milk. Years of bullying at school had left me insecure and terrified
to talk to people I didn't know. I spent
most of my time at home, hiding in my room and writing stories. So moving
almost 300 miles away, alone, was a huge deal for me at the time.
But I was sick of being so scared all the time.
Subconsciously – and consciously, too – I knew the only way I could get out of
the rut I'd worked myself into was to make a clean break of it, and go
somewhere where I knew I couldn't just run home if I was feeling lonely or
homesick.
Still, the enormity of what I'd done didn't really sink in
until I was there, alone in my rented room on the bottom floor of a cavernous,
marina-side house. My dad had just driven away after dropping me and my
posessions off. Upstairs, my landlady, a dour, silent woman, was thumping
around. I knew no one. There was nowhere to go. University didn't start for
another two days. It was a definite Oh,
sh*t, what have I done? moment.
But although the first six weeks were rough, and many times,
I was this close to blowing my
student loan on a one-way train ticket home, things did start to improve. I
made friends with a girl who ended up introducing me to the guy who would later
become my boyfriend, and is now my husband. I made many other friends there and
had fun – real fun – for the first time in years as the anxieties and
insecurities that had dogged me all through school lifted away. And although I
found out that painting wasn't for me, I learnt how to work for myself.
If I hadn't taken that first step and been fearless enough
to move away, despite the voice in my head screaming at me not to, I wouldn't
have the life I have now. I wouldn't have the friends I have now. Even if
you're scared, sometimes you just have to go for it anyway.
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