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I am generally a confident, self assured person.
As I lay awake in bed some times, hours past my self-imposed sleep time, I think about all of the ways in which I might fail. In business. In life. Online. As a parent. As a teacher. As a blogger. As a friend.
- Maybe it was a mistake to take on another ambitious project (my Usborne Books business).
- How am I ever going to make time to exercise?
- Am I going to fail at my business in the same way that I failed at the 90 day Bible reading challenge?
- I’m sliding backwards into my old eating habits. Healthy living has positive momentum, but so does unhealthy living.
Listening to the sound of Joe’s shower and the purring of a gray cat, I did the only thing I could to quiet the naysayer in my head. I grabbed a pen and my journal. I wrote.
I’m ambitious. Smart. Funny. Useful. Helpful. Successful.
And I can make a mean no-sew tutu.
So why do doubt and worry push all that aside late at night?
Is there a person on the planet who doesn’t doubt herself?
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