At the moment I'm coming to terms with the fact that there are still some things that I feel unable to do. Indeed, the thought of doing certain things makes me want to curl up and hide from the world.
Speaking with strangers for instance. If I'm in a room of strangers and a handful of people I'm already acquainted with, I will gravitate towards friendly faces. Thankfully, friendly faces generally know that a room from of strangers is my personal hell, and will gauge whether or not it's a good idea to introduce me to some people.
Phone calls completely freak me out. Phoning to make an appointment with my GP causes my throat to close up and my heart to race. Answering calls from unknown numbers is something I've had to start doing but I hate.
Meetings...I'm getting better in that I don't really cancel meetings unless I'm genuinely ill. I accept virtually every meeting that's offered to me. I'm always really keen to network with people. That said, if I'm in a meeting with multiple other people, it's very easy for me to let the other people I'm with do all the talking. I know I put out a blog every weekday, so it may be tough to get your head around, but I regularly fall into a trap of thinking I don't have anything of value to say.
These are all things I have to do as part of my "crazy" idea to change the world. These are all things that I struggle to do as an anxiety sufferer. These are all things that one day I'm going to have to learn to overcome. It's simply a case of reminding myself that Rome wasn't built in a day, and similarly, I'm not going to overcome 6 years of severe anxiety overnight.