fear of failure


Awhile ago, my husband told me how when he was growing up, he built elaborate snow forts every winter.  The entire backyard was dedicated to his fort-building and spy games.  He would build his barricade on one side of the yard, and then dig a tunnel all the way from the house to the fort.  Everyone outside of the backyard was a spy, so every time a car drove by they would crouch down in the fort to remain unseen.  Here’s the kicker- the rest of the backyard had to remain untouched.  It was off-limits from the time the first…