Has the fear of failing prevented you from trying to achieve something in your life?

So much. I consider it one of my worst flaws.

I’m the same way, Marina.

“Better to regret the things you’ve done than the things you didn’t.”

Not yet.

{Looks at the single indentation on my mattress.}

Answers yes.

Yes. One word:
Medschool.

@Blondesjon So true.

No guts, no glory. I don’t let fear rule me. I’ve made mistakes, but I have also had successes I would have never had if I allowed fear to stop me.

Absolutely, all my life. It’s one of my goals to make sure my children don’t do the same thing.

@bythebay…One of the things I’ve always impressed on my boys is that “I don’t want you to be like me…I want you to be better than me.”

…story of my life.

Hardest fear to ever surmount.

More often than not. I don’t know why I can’ t remember the times I risked and succeeded when I’m afraid I’ll fail at something.. :(

For me, it’s less fear of failure and more lack of ambition. I have a tendency to go where the wind blows me (to a certain extent). That is, I could do a lot more than I have to date.

Well, I’ve never asked anybody out, yet I am seventeen with raging hormones, so I’m going to have to say yes to this. I particularly like that the question specifies fear of failing; I know that there is a limit to how bad rejection could be, and very little limit to how great the rewards of success could be, yet I hold back, because I do not want to suffer such a blow to my self-esteem. But I think I have come to the point where I know that I need to make the leap, if only so that it might be easier to make it again.

@Jayne – If it makes you feel any better, I totally don’t think that it’s fair that asking someone out (and risking rejection by doing so) is always dumped in the guy’s lap. Who made up that rule, anyhow? I have actually made a point of asking guys out when I want to just because I don’t think it’s right for women to always shirk taking the risk themselves.

I used to think I was a hideous failure because I never did the work it took to get famous.
The kind of work I do presupposes famousness because an unfamous artist is sort of nothing.
Slowly, very slowly, I’ve come to understand that the condition of famousness would have been unlivable for the kind of person I am. I don’t like that type of attention. At all.
There’s a paradox in this that I didn’t solve: to be a good artist you have to be real, but to be a good famous person you must be willing to present a public persona. I never got that duality resolved. I’m not ashamed.

Fear and lack of motivation are the major hindrances in my life :(