I had no idea how fast the years would speed past -- of course people said they would -- but I didn't believe them. They stare back at me now, my children, halted in all their youth. And in the way an archeologist might scour the dirt while digging, I examine them.
Clear your mind and make a choice to do whatever comes next. Step out of autopilot and take back the controls. I have no idea where you will end up, but I can assure you that you'll be present when you get there.
The truth is, I'm kinda scared shitless. But worry never changed an outcome. And while fear is a main character in life (as is failure), it informed the plot much more when I was young and it made decisions for me.
Even when we have what we want, we still can't land in this moment. We cling to the illusion that there are indeed a set of circumstances that, once we achieve them, will finally, miraculously make this moment inhabitable.
Instead of panicking about a state you have not yet achieved, I urge you to live in the magic of the moment. Do not let thoughts about where you could have been, should have been, or need to be dominate your psyche.