The frightening prospect of making plans that go beyond this afternoon. The idea that I might fail , because I'm actually trying. I honestly don't know what I've been protecting myself from. Even the little things. It's a self-perpetuating state.
Standing still leads to more standing still.
The only way to avoid it is to start moving. The other day, I got an e-mail from my aunt, the one who directs a lot of community theater productions. Specifically, she needs crew people. It took me three days to write back to her and volunteer to help out. Once I sent the e-mail, I felt a whole lot better.