Worry monger

Ah, the cycles of life. Up one day and down the next; or not 'down' so much as feeling as if a cattle prod had been once more inserted into my head. I have an inbuilt and well documented school phobia, and the business plan is beginning to appear in my mind as worryinglike like homework. Homework with a real and crucial purpose in a similar manner to an end of year exam that determines the path of the next stage of your life. No pressure then. My current stress is based on the necessity to find certain information and having no idea where to find this; the solution is clear but (to me) painful. Ask. This is a sign of weakness in the Nilsson mind, which for some reason thinks that all answers will be accessible if I just *think* hard enough. See that worry line engrained on my brow? Years, decades of trying to *think* of solutions to problems that are best solved by... asking.

Solving problems is always best viewed from a distance; the view of the landscape and not the feet underneath one. So I am trying to step back and see the lay of the land; stop focusing on the niggly problem stalling my research and see the progress I have made in other areas; look for areas I do know something about or can access information easily and get them underway while I wait for divine intervention. Or someone to tell me how to do it.