mark - your dilemma reminds me of Hamlet's soliloquy =
But that the dread of something ...,
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
i know that feeling, too.
all i can say is - for me, often the anticipation and advance anxiety has proven to be much worse than that which i feared. not that it makes it any easier the next time to face the fears...
and - BTW - don't bother inviting me to your place for a drink!