Fear is an insidious thing. It pokes around until it finds a place to hide, just when you think you've gotten a handle on it, it rears it's ugly head.
This happens every year with me. I freak out when it comes to having my mammogram. I conquer it, and every year I go get one. But just when I think that everything's alright. Fear jumps out and paralyzes me.
You're thinking that's just plain crazy. Well it is and it isn't. My hubby found me crying and pacing the bathroom and said: "That's it either you call or I call but you're going."
See the hubby knows that I've been putting it off and he finally gave me the kick that I needed. Afterwards he held me because he knew that's what I needed too.
Sometimes what you need to overcome fear is a good swift kick in the butt.