The joy of starting something new

Every time we think of doing something new … a fear hits us ..
what if we couldn’t make it ?
What if it turns into a failure ?
People will make fun of us
It will be embarrassing
And all of these fears and thoughts stop us from doing something new , and i think atleast for once this has happened with everyone.
The fear that people will judge me for this or i may not be able to make it .

One such fear always lingered in me aa much as i liked trying new things i couldn’t get myself to start my own instagram page .

I spend on such money on trying new products especially makeup and skincare , and I definitely can tell you which is worth your money and which is just waste but i just could never start my own page only because i felt if it didn’t work out it will be embarrassing for me.

And then…..
One fine day i finally made the hard choice , the choice starting something new and in my case it was a UGC page on Instagram, i decided to go faceless and well give my honest opinions.
It definitely is not easy showing up everyday after getting tired from college and gym but i keep on trying and you know what … in the very first month of me starting i have got five hundered followers . I know its not much but to me it definitely is an achievement . I am happy to have all of these people and the better thing to overlook over here is definitely the brand deals i just got with these many followers .
I AM GRATEFUL.
And of course happy now this months goal is to gain double and we will see if thos happens or not . As of now i have to focus on growing my content , my skills and obviously my page .
Yet i have not told anyone other than my mother about my page as i told you before i have tried soo many things till , failed in some succeeded in others but this venture is seeming bright to me . I am waiting for the day i gather enough confidence and courage to come infront of the screen , till then we will continue this tale of faceless content creation.
Do you know one funny thing here ,
I did not even named my page my by name that is the level of fear of judgement i have . Yes i haven’t blocked anyone ( as of now ) but i am definitely using a stage name to create and publish my content . Hopefully one day i succeed in this and when this happened i will definitely come back here and tell you about it .
Till them i am leaving this story as a manifestation and as first stage of me gaining control over my fear of being myself .

My first clinical experience took place during my first year of nursing, and it is a memory that still feels very fresh and special to me. I remember feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the same time. Since I had not been to hospitals very often before, the idea of spending time there as a student felt overwhelming. I kept thinking about what it would be like, whether I would be able to do things properly, and how I would handle such a new environment.
When I first entered the hospital, everything felt unfamiliar the surroundings, the atmosphere, and the constant activity. It was very different from what I had imagined. My first posting was in the MCH ward, which stands for Maternal and Child Health. This is the ward where mothers stay after delivery along with their newborn babies. Knowing this made the experience even more meaningful, but also slightly intimidating at the beginning.
At first, I was quite scared. I didn’t know how to interact properly or what would be expected of me. However, the staff in the ward were very kind and supportive. They guided me patiently and made me feel comfortable, even when I was unsure of myself. Their encouragement helped me slowly build confidence.
One of the most memorable parts of my first clinical posting was seeing newborn babies for the first time so closely. It was such a joyful environment in many ways because families were welcoming new members into their lives. There was happiness, excitement, and a sense of celebration in the ward. Observing these moments made me feel emotional and grateful to be present in such a special phase of people’s lives.
I also got the opportunity to learn basic clinical skills, such as how to administer injections. Initially, I was very nervous because it felt like a big responsibility. My hands were not as steady as I wanted them to be, and I was afraid of making mistakes. But with proper guidance and practice, I started understanding the technique and gained confidence. That moment of learning something practical made me feel like I was truly stepping into my role as a nursing student. As the days went by, my fear gradually turned into curiosity and interest. I began to observe more carefully, ask questions, and involve myself in small tasks. Each small step felt like an achievement. I realized that learning in a real environment is very different from studying in books—it is more challenging, but also more meaningful.
Looking back, my first clinical experience taught me an important lesson: it is completely normal to feel scared when starting something new, but with the right guidance and willingness to learn, that fear can turn into confidence. It was the 





 

This Teej, celebrated in my college, became something much more than just a festival for me. It became a test.
I had the option to perform Gidda in a group, something comfortable. But I chose a solo dance instead. It wasn’t about winning it was about proving to myself that I could stand alone on stage and not back out.
The day before, I participated in poster making. It went smoothly, nothing memorable. The real challenge was the next day.
I was told my dance would be at the end, so I sat calmly in the audience. But suddenly, after just two performances, my name was called. Within seconds, my calm disappeared. I walked to the stage pretending confidence I didn’t feel.
I was ready to begin when my music didn’t play. I stood there, smiling at the audience, while things got fixed backstage. Finally, the music started.
I had made one rule—I wouldn’t stop, no matter what.
But very quickly, things started going wrong.
My mouth became extremely dry. My smile felt stuck. I even remember trying to move my mouth by touching my tongue, hoping no one would notice. At the same time, I was scared of a wardrobe mishap because my outfit felt loose. Between all this, I started losing myself in the performance.
I don’t even remember most of the steps I did. I just kept going—through Bhangra, Gidda, and Luddi—doing whatever came to my mind, just trying to finish.
When I came backstage, I drank whatever little water I could find and sat down, convinced I had embarrassed myself. I genuinely thought I might become the next joke in college.
My friends cheered for me, but I wasn’t convinced.
Then came the results.
I won first place in poster making. When I went on stage, my principal told me she liked my dance. I thanked her, still not expecting anything.
Moments later, my name was announced again—for first place in solo dance.
I was shocked.
When I told the vice principal I hadn’t expected to win, she said they liked my choreography, even though I could improve. That’s when I realized something. From the outside, it looked like a win.
From the inside, it felt like survival.
And maybe that’s the lesson—sometimes, just showing up and not stopping is enough. Because even when you think you’ve failed, the outcome doesn’t always agree.

SO JUST SHOW UP ALWAYS :)