Proving myself, repeatedly

I had a fun Sunday. I may describe it in detail in a day or two, if I can muster the energy to organize my thoughts. One thing I feel compelled to set down for posterity, though (sheesh, I'm getting pretentious in my journaling), is that through some very weird machinations of fate, I found myself facing almost the exact same fear not once, not twice, but thrice in one day, in three entirely separate contexts--and each time, boldly doing the thing I feared with an attitude of firm refusal to let my fear stop me; in fact, not even giving myself time to let the anxiety build. I'm kinda proud of myself.