Stepping into the Unknown

As I look back on the last five months of my life (really it has been longer than that, but I'll just go with the last five months), I see just how scary it as been for me to take risks. What if something goes wrong? What if it doesn't work out? What if I get hurt? What if I can't move on? Those questions (and more!) have been frequently coming to mind. I thought I was doing a good job at dispelling them, but it turns out I was letting them consume me with extra worry and fear. I am not a daring adventurous kind of girl; I'm rather fond on my cocoon of safety. Why? Because it is predictable, and often times for me, predictable means safe. That's not always the case, but in my little head, I often justify it. I like to be secure and feel safe. But as life has thrown me a few curve balls, I have realized that these unexpected events come no matter what. So, what to do? I am a naturally anxious person and so surrendering that area to Lord is rather difficult for me....