F is for... fear of failure
Will my front-loading washing machine mangle my first felting attempt?
The street in front of DD's school is always full of parked cars at morning drop-off time. Most mornings I see DD's friend P zipping past as her mum finds a tiny spot right by the gates. We always park a long way back because I don't want to risk not finding a space and being late for class.
I do like to plan risky things at work, but the difference is that element of planning: I like to know where I stand if I'm likely to fail.
(thanks to my wonderful secret pal's instructions I'm feeling quite confident about the felting...)