Fear and Loathing in the Sewing Room

I am literally petrified to start this project. I got out the instructions 2 nights ago to browse before I started in on it... and am now paralyzed with self-doubt. A million "can'ts" are running through my head (which is throbbing by the way). You can't work with knits - they get all stretched out, you can't have cut the interfacing out right - it's going to be backwards, you can't figure this hand-stitching out - and you'll never find that article about hand stitches to read up on how to do it right.

So here I sit, in my workroom, trying to persuade myself to just thread my macine. That's it. One little step. One little job. And I know right now that I won't do it. I'll sit and write a while, move stuff around on my desk and call it a night - I'll go to sleep absolutely loathing myself for my fear, weakness, cowardice, laziness. I'll hate myself deep into the wee hours of the morning and wake up just a little more worn out than the day before. Just a little more hesitant, a little more unsure. I'll need to do more planning, more organizing. And then it will be summer and all my plans will move to a year out, then 2 years... all because I can't bring myself to thread a sewing machine. Why? What am I afraid of? If you read my journals as far back as they can take you there is always fear and me not understanding what exactly I fear. Fear of action? Forward motion? Fear of putting my mark on something for all to see? Fear that I won't do it or anything right? I don't know what I fear that stops me from doing and creating. But lately the fear of never doing anything looms a bit larger on the horizon.