A Dreaded Phone Call

This afternoon, I had to make a telephone call that I was terrified to make. Even the thought of picking up the phone filled me with dread. I couldn't imagine how I would possibly be able to do it.

But remembering my previous post and not wanting to be a hypocrite, I realized that my being terrified meant that I had to do it.

Surprisingly (or perhaps not so surprisingly) it wasn't nearly as frightening as I had thought it would be. I actually lived through it, and I even felt like I accomplished something.

I did stutter noticeably, and I have no idea what kind of an impression I made on the person I was calling. But I can't let myself worry about that.

I did it. And that's good enough.