Be careful what you wish for.

The fear of failure runs deep inside of me, barking dark doubts at every turn. I've grown used to its frightened abuse, accepted it as a necessary evil on most accounts. A new fear, however, has crept up, camouflaged by the goodwill of accomplishment, the fear of success. It's a strange and shivering feeling, to be afraid of achievement. Will I be able to manage, cope, handle all that comes my way as a result? Living up to my potential happens to be a terrifying goal, mostly because I have such high expectations of myself. I must take it day by day, and focus on being productive.