Right. You can't go back. Here is a perfect chance to go forward, and you're scared. Feel the fear, but do it anyway. The art. Duty? Opportunity? There's something symbolic in your feeling of anxiety, when the task itself is not one that would exceed your ability in any way. You have an opportunity here of not just doing art with your daughter, but trying to figure out what the message is. You're trying to tell yourself something. Can you figure that out?