Sometimes I’m just in the wrong place.
I walk into Starbucks in the dark of the very early morning before dawn and drop my books and computer in “my” place – the table the baristas say they’re going to put a plaque on with my name in case anyone should arrive before me and not know that it’s “mine”. My guy Cory’s been known to tackle customers with their eye on my spot.
I sit for a minute and resist the urge to open my computer immediately. I try to feel what I’m feeling…Anxiety, butterflies, stress…fear?? Yes, fear.
Fear of failure. Of not adding value. Not producing. Ugh.
And then I come across this, scribbled in a notebook I keep in my purse.
Yep. I have FPSD. FearPrideSuccessDisorder. You too?
