The answer is in the question.

Years ago, someone told me that if you have enough sense to ask, Am I crazy, the odds favor no, you're not. I took this to heart and make a solid effort to ask myself at least once a day.

So I know that I am not crazy.

A lot of questions that we ask ourselves (or our friends) are similar in nature. I believe the term is "axiomatic," self-evident. Here is another one: Do I worry too much?

Oh, boy. Now this one has a different answer, I think. If you are worried about your worrying, then I would say, yes. You worry too much.

I'm going to suggest that it's a matter of awareness in each instance. If you possess sufficient awareness of your mental state to question it, you're probably okay. Likewise (and, interestingly enough, also conversely), if you are so aware of your tendency to fret that you worry about it...well, there's your answer, right?

Why am I asking such heady questions on a Monday morning? On the Way to Someplace Else is stalled. I'm not calling anybody out; people have lives. It's not reasonable for me to depend on other people to move my ambitions forward. I'm wrestling with the question, Should I just publish the thing, already?

That is, should I stop worrying and just let it go?

The problem with moving forward is that third axiomatic question that tends to rear its head now and then: What was I thinking?

Ugh. Odds are, you weren't.