It stems from fear that I'm not going to succeed as a financial planner, and then all my dreams will be for naught. I have had a dip in my productivity in the last 3 days, and it's coming at a time when I already have a dry spell approaching. Of course, I'll probably need that time to write the 3 plans I've sold, but I'm still scared. I keep telling myself to have faith, that this is what I'm supposed to be doing, that God pretty obviously drug me here by the scruff of my neck just as soon as I asked him to. And that helps, for about 3 minutes at a time. This is not a healthy situation to be in in a business that lives and dies by your outward confidence.
Thanks for listening to me whine.