This feeling of worry, and impending stress is like a balloon being inflated inside of me by a vicious little demon.  When I feel it rise, I can squash it back down again – although it never goes completely down.  And I turn my back on it for a moment and bastard inflates it again.

It’s the fear of failure that is plaguing me.  Ridiculous, because I know in my heart that I have done my best, but I just can’t seem to squash that rising worry when I think that I could have still failed despite my best intentions.

Really, I should be able to burst the balloon of worry with my pin of logic – but the point seems a bit dull at the moment.

Ah well – the proof (as they say) will be in the pudding.  I just wish it was my culinary skills that were being tested…