My problem? I have no muscle memory in my twitchy, little brain.
Ok, admittedly, this is only one of my many, many problems, but it’s a juicy one.
I worry myself sick over doing something. I do said-something, without any apocalyptic outcomes. A day later, an hour later, a year later, I prepare to do the same something again… and I worry myself sick over doing it.
Success means nothing to the fool inside my skull. The brain doesn’t learn from it. The mind has its own agenda come hell or success.
How does one fix that quirk of pseudo-science?