One would hope that after being on this planet for nearly 30 years I would be comfortable being myself… but for whatever reasons stupid insecurities still creep up, and it drives me fricken crazy. It’s always silly stuff too, but I realize it’s always the things that haunted me as a grade schooler as well… the same feelings. So, I can either just accept this, as part of who I am and really just be okay with it, or I can continue to be distracted and held back by it.
I want to just be ok, but it’s a matter of retraining my head to match my heart, and both of them to match reality/truth – no one really cares about the things that I feel embarrassed/insecure about. It’s ok! The thoughts in my head are always whispering about what people think of me… and I’m here to say the truth – people like me! It’s been hard enough to get where I am, I don’t need to keep on “working” at it. This is one thing that I think I’m okay with saying “I’ve arrived” – now get off the plane and see reality for what it’s always been.