Who. Are. You? I punctuate this with intentionality, hoping you'll hear each stressed syllable and note each pause between words as if I was speaking aloud to you, with the wish that you understand the sincerity and seriousness behind my query. What would you say to define yourself?
Maybe I speak too boldly, assuming others suffer from the same debilitating fear that I do, but I don't think so... and if this resonates with you at all, friend, I invite you to let go with me. Let go of the fear, the worry, the anxiety and insecurity. Let go of the doubt, the uncertainty, the hesitation, and anything that holds you back and prevents you from grabbing hold off whatever it is you are afraid to grasp.
Friend, choose to find joy in uncertainty - in the unknown, anxious, scary, frightening moments. The ones in which you're uncertain how it will all end up choose to find joy.
I sat across from a woman as she told me that she was hard to love. There were a litany of reasons, and she listed them all. She suffered from mood swings, was damaged and easily triggered, has 'issues', is crazy, overreacts and over-thinks, and is riddled by insecurities.
