We hosted a dinner party Friday night. I was really looking forward to the creativity of cooking but, if it wasn't because I was committed to doing so, I lacked the motivation to get started. Eventually I did and had an amazing time doing the cooking and preparing. So why was I reluctant to even though I knew full well I would enjoy it? Given this thread I paid closer attention to my feelings and, yep, my feeling of self-worth played a big part in it. Similarly I worried that the end product would be a failure - so why start and go through the process to begin with then? Was it just going to be a waste of time resulting in humiliation? But when the hour came to get started I couldn't ignore it. I had no choice but to get started. And, as soon as I did the joy fell into place. And yeah, while it wasn't perfect the end product turned out well afterall.