Why does it feel as if I'm going to mess everything up?
As if my life is delicately held by a fine thread which has been slowly becoming frayed beneath the weight of my existence?
I fear the wrong choice will cause it all to collapse, leaving me in a perpetual state of falling. That my life will be violently spinning off into chaos and discord and I will forever be reaching back to mend what has been fractured.
But reassurance settles over me as I'm reminded: it was never mine to hold together, it was never mine to mend (should there be a fracture), and it was never mine lose in the first place.