I have discovered, that the judgement I worry about never happens. Once I get over my inital giggle, and start talking about the different things I am passionate about, people either ask questions or move on. The judgement about worth is an internal dialogue, that exists only in my head.
However I struggle, I struggle to accept my place in the world. It is not really that different from when I did work in the lab, I still dreaded the question. Because I felt like I wasn't doing enough, that I needed to do more.
One difference between Lenore of two years ago and the Lenore that is writing today is that I spend more of my time doing what I love, even if it doesn't always feel good. I approach things, like a 15 mile run as something I get to do, something I am choosing to do because I see how it will help my with my goals. When I approach tasks in that state, I am able to find what I love in anything I do.
Does this mean I do this all the time? Ummmm....no! I fight and resist and struggle. I worry about people asking questions before they are even verbalized, in other words I worry about things that don't even exist. So I will continue to stumble through those dreaded questions and in life, because I would much rather be out in the world than hiding.
Question to consider: What is your "dreaded" question?