The class has started and I am suddenly very anxious. What if my writing is absolute crap? What if I have no talent at writing? What if I will be forced to do something for a living that does not fulfill me at all? The anxiety builds and I find anything and everything else to do. Doesn’t the trash need to be taken out? What about the dishes? I should clean the bathroom, it has been a while. I’ll take the cat for a walk first (don’t judge he is a Bengal and yes, I walk him for my own safety).