Katy said, "I think what often holds me back from trying is the fear of succeeding."
I fear it.
It makes me nervous, anxious, excited--like I want to dance with it and avoid it at the same time.
Once I do something really well, then I feel the pressure of performing to the same heights of excellence every time I perform, which only means more opportunity for failure! Oh, no.
What if I win once, then what happens the second time around? What if we find I have nothing real, nothing substantial, nothing deeper than that one talented moment?
No, that can't be true. I must have it. It comes from somewhere deeper than even I know; from the remotest part of me (somewhere down near my feet... or no, my guts)--those sehnsuchts I cannot bait to the surface with words.
Isn't that the point? To put it in words? To make it accessible to our thin minds and our fragile ears?
