As I’ve got older a lot of my self-confidence seems to have trickled away. Or perhaps it’s since Paw died and I have no longer had the responsibility of kicking ass with some medical professionals, or driving him to appointments at his London hospital. Whatever, I now mostly only have myself to think about but I can find myself dreading things I used to take in my stride (the M25 for example), any long drives, or social engagements with people I do not know very well, or taking an active role in the organisation of our local Arts Society (involving public speaking.)
So I am trying very hard not to “duck out” of arrangements, not to rule things out -even although I would cheer silently if they were cancelled!
Do you “feel the fear and do it anyway” or are you lucky enough not to feel the fear?