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I have nothing to worry about. I am safe. Everything will work out. I have to recite this to myself whenever I have a panic attack. I'm just nervous about New York and making it there. I already know the outcome, I just worry about how everything will work itself. But like everything in my life, it's a symphony. One instrument before the next, and then they overlap. Accruing many instruments, it becomes one in a movement of sound. These things build--and through time--become whole. It will happen beautifully. I will get the connections, I will be seen, I will work hard, I will make it.
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