Perhaps you seen, or even been, the child who approaches the high dive, looks down, pauses, climbs back down the ladder, climbs back up the ladder, goes back down the ladder, climbs up the ladder again, pauses, looks, and finally takes the big jump. Somehow, in the climbing and the looking down and the watching others jump and survive and race to jump again, the fear doesn’t necessarily go away, but the longing for the sense of flying grows until it outweighs the fear, and the scales tip.
What leap into the unknown have you taken in spite of the fear?
It would be liberating to regain the pre-/Vatican II belief that Holy Mother Church, when She teaches in her proper area of Faith and Morals does so infallibly. Then we could proceed at least in those areas confidently.
Such belief is no longer possible for me at least. We still have to move forward after making responsible decisions, like the little boy on the diving- board.