I'm afraid of failure. I avoid it as much as possible. This kind of fear is self-defeating and crippling. In most situations I can be pretty brazen, but when it comes to the possibility of failure, I freeze or run away. This applies to big things, like taking the first steps towards what I really want to do, and little things, like cooking chicken.
I've been wanting - but afraid of - doing a roast for ages. And I finally did it this week. Together we ate the entire chicken at once so it wasn't all that economical. Considering how much work went into this chicken, I hoped that it would be better than any meat I've ever made, but it wasn't. Buttermilk roast chicken, from Smitten Kitchen, was way simpler and tastier. I loosely followed Ina Garten's recipe for perfect roast chicken with a ~6% brine.
P.S. One of the best essays I've ever read was by Marina Keegan. It's called the Opposite of Loneliness. It was published before she graduated from college and not long after she passed away from a car accident. It's unspeakably tragic. I connected very much with this essay of hers and I keep these lines as a motto for myself:
What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. We're so young. We can't, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it's all we have.