I don't want to go downstairs. I'm up on the 31st floor in my lovely room with its lovely view of the lake, the CN Tower, and many other skyscrapers. The King-size bed is calling my name, and the flat screen TV looks like it might be fun to watch. Also, I'm pretty hungry and perhaps should be ordering room service. But the real reason I don't want to join the conference? I'm kinda scared.
I'm about to be surrounded by hundreds of senior executives, and I am responsible for telling them all about an initiative that I, myself, am still becoming familiar with. Yikes!
I mean, if you called me up right now, I'd have no problem sharing all the details, boring you to tears, and getting excited about it in the process. But you also probably wouldn't ask me any hard questions.
It's always the unknown we're afraid of, the "what ifs", and the chance of failure or not living up to (usually) our own expectations. But, tough! You've just gotta bite the bullet and do what you have to do. Wish me luck!