I really wanted to do this post after an experience I had last week. I had to make a phone call. Doesn’t seem like such a big deal right? Dial the number; make the call; done. But for some reason, I was freaking out about making this phone call. It was a “business” type call. One where I had to follow up with someone who’s job it is to do what I was asking.
It sounds ridiculous that I was nervous. Even as I’m typing this and looking at it objectively I know I was being irrational. Regardless, I had to psych myself up to make this phone call. It took me a good 15-20 minutes to formulate what I would say, how I would say it, what would happen if they weren’t available, what would happen if they were, and about 50 other ludicrous scenarios I could imagine.
Sweating, I made the phone call. And you know what? The world didn’t end. I survived. I asked what I needed to ask and it was completely fine. So why the hell was I so nervous?

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