When I leap into the unknown, usually the fear of failure isn't so overwhelmingly great. If I fail, at least I tried, and at least I will have learned something. What scares me more is if I succeed -- because then I have something to lose. I'm holding this valuable piece of life that I don't want to let go, and the risk doubles.
I'm in double risk right now. I need to decide whether to let it go, or to put down my purse, hike up my skirt, and hold on tight.