I always get like this before a big trip. Any kind of responsibility gets me feeling like this- a sense of “Whoah- I shouldn’t have done this. I’ve really messed up.” Trouble is, I know exactly where it comes from. Fear of failure is particularly annoying when it affects your life as much as it does me. Anyhow- I’m going to Edinburgh, and I’m going to have an excellent time. And when I get back, I’m knuckling down and doing some serious work on the novel that I’m writing. September is a clear months before the London Film Festival, and I’m going to use it as best I can.
I have to.
(I’m very good at encouraging others to do things. I’m not always great at doing it for myself…)