Sometimes they are indivisible to me. Both are spurred by fear. Fear of failure mostly, of not being good enough. When I am in the process of doing them, it is better, though only marginally. Stepping out is the worst, then the judgement comes. I see everything that I do through the eyes of the child I once was. Stumbling, fumbling and failing to make sense of what was going on around me. Or at least that is how it felt, and still does, to a certain extent. Can I do this, really?
