I found myself thinking the other day, "What am I so afraid of?" The answer: Failure.
Rick painted Riley's room a couple of weeks ago (photos to come when the room is finished) and I have never painted before. I know it's not too hard, but when I had the roller in my hand, I was overcome with a fear of messing it all up, dripping the paint, simply not doing it correctly.
My mom gave me a great quiche recipe I wanted to try on Monday... it took me until Thursday to actually make it. Of course it turned out just fine, but I almost didn't make it all because I was sure it would not turn out.
The discussion came up yesterday about Easter dinner and what we would be doing this year. I mentioned I like ham for Easter dinner, but since we weren't going to our family's houses, we'd have to have something simple. Because of course, I've never made a ham on my own and I couldn't possibly look up how to do it and buy a ham and just stick in the oven. Rick pointed out that the worst that could happen was we ruin the ham, learn from it, and make a better ham next time... hmm... seems so simple.
I may be attempting my first Easter ham on Sunday... then again, I may not. Sadly, these three examples are only from the last few weeks. I could go on and on and on about the new things I am afraid to try, because I'm sure I will fail. I must work on that.
*I'm off to the Tri-Cities tonight with Cooper for a quick less-than-24 hour-visit to attend a friend's baby shower. Looking forward to the trip, but I will certainly miss Rick, Riley, and Tyson while we're away! Happy Easter weekend everyone! Hopefully we'll have adorable pictures of the kids all dressed up from Sunday's events to post.*