You know something? I never realize how much fear of failure affects my life, even in the smallest ways. To that end, I have a confession to make. I, seldom, ask members of the Daily Challenge to form a pact with me, and after one of them extended herself to me to form one, I had to confront myself with why I don't do it. Would you believe that when I think of asking someone to have a pact with me, my heart starts speeding up and tension starts forming in my upper arms and back. Why in the heck am I so afraid? This is so stupid. I am real good at helping others conquer their fears. I offer them support in any way I can. I help them see a mountain as a mole hill, and I am there when things don't work out the way they planned, so why can't I do this for me...? I understand fear so well; I know how it makes me feel, so when I see someone else suffering with it, I can relate. I did this so often with my students. As their Language Arts teacher, a failing grade from me could put them is summer school even if they passed everything else. I had to help them gain confidence in themselves and their abilities to write. I always found good things to say about their writing no matter how horrific it was. Then I would carefully couch my words when trying to get them to make corrections. Some students were stubborn and some were accepting, but I, generally, managed to help even the most stubborn. I really need to work on me. It seems as I grow older and see myself more and more, I find I am taking baby steps in, yet, another direction of self-actualization. I guess the journey in finding Annell will never end. I have always said that we don't stop learning until we close our eyes for the last time. I guess I was speaking more truth than I knew.