There was a time at the beginning of my career when I literally panicked over deadlines and crunches. I sweated, my heart raced and I worried about not meeting expectations or worse, getting fired.
But it all worked out. The fear drove me to work smarter and harder and faster. It showed me what I was capable of and allowed me to choose to be more productive.
And in time I gained confidence and developed my own personal swagger. I faced the challenges. I fought through the blood, sweat and tears. I was forged by fire and came out stronger. I not only survived, I exceeded expectations – mine and others.
Thirty years later I am still spinning plates; just a different kind of plates. And time is still at a premium. And on occasion I can smell the ugly odor of fear in the air. But who’s got time for that?
As my dad always said, do your best and forget about the rest.