Gut check one, two...

I dread deadlines. Always have. In grade school I consistently lost those extra ten points because I didn't turn in those darn parent signature slips. Sometimes it was because I forgot, but mostly it was this little resistance the swelled up inside my little body. I would worry about not turning it in, but hated having to report back soooo much. I liked to think of it as my way of sticking it to the man. I don't know where this little rebellious streak came from, I'm a middle child? Little man syndrome? I don't know.  I'm much better now, but every once and a while I find myself toe to toe with that little resistant part of me every now and again.  The problem is is that I'm not in elementary school anymore, I'm in college and "sticking it to the man" usually in tales a lot of pain and regret on my part.  My internship deadline is coming up. I've been preparing for it for almost two years. Seriously. Two years. I was on top of this. I went back east two years ago to meet the department heads for Therapeutic Rec and get a feel for who I would like to internship under. I sent thank you notes afterward, the whole suck up bid. But now I'm actually at the end of my undergrad road and I'm one step away from falling off the cliff into my internship...and I've gone all pansy on myself!!!

Mom's are good for this kind of thing. I called her up. Her advice: Don't think, just do it.