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I hate it when my mother is right. I do block myself off from people and pussy-foot around issues, but I can't do that anymore, not with this. Hopefully this goes well. If it doesn't, at least I'll have the satisfaction in knowing that I did it and can, therefore, do it again. I'm scared, but I'm tired of feelig so stressed over this. Beach tommorow. Perhaps I'll engage in some soul-searching. More likely I'll space out into my zen zone. Swimming used to have that effect on me; hopefully it will happen again. I so need it.