T is for Trepidation
This feeling settles down on my mind and connects my
fingertips with the keyboard, in a peculiar manner. The trembling wings of a butterfly as it alights on a flower. A feeling that shakes and
shivers, a quiver that runs down the spine.
No fear, yet no lack of it. No panic
yet a spot of nervousness.
A slight increase of heart rate. Short, shallow
breaths.
Maybe apprehension is a necessity, for sometimes without a nudge
from good ole adrenaline, one’s feet are leaden.
I know this feeling. It has been my shadow at every
important juncture of my life. At all events, from all the examinations to all
the public talks, at the moment of “yes” and the one at “I do”. 
Yes, I know
this feeling.
When I think of trepidation, I remember ‘trepidation of the spheres’ (used in an entirely different connotation) from A Valediction by John Donne. It’s not related, but I love it, so I’ll quote it anyway:
Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

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