Sometimes I think to myself "I just can't do it." I am overwhelmed by the possibilities out there. The who, what, why, how and where to go are too much, too fast. Like today. I had this great idea. I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I was grinning ear to ear and jotting down notes and researching. It wasn't a new idea, in fact it is one I have stewed on and planned out before. I have chewed this idea up and spit it out about a thousand times. But always there is this brick wall. I can't climb over it . I can't go under it . I can't get through it . Instead I am discouraged by it, stopped by it, crushed by it at times. Darn that brick wall. The sheer size and scope of this dream - let's call it that for kicks, since that's really what this is - makes me tremble. I start to think about all the details and hurdles and I just want to curl up in a ball. Or have something to eat. I just can't do it. But I got to t...