For many years while growing up, I doubted myself. Am I good enough? Is this the right decision? Will people reject me if I voice my opinions? The fear kept me on toes. There were fleeting moments when I would trust myself. But more often than not, I was critical. I was my own worst enemy.
As wisdom set in with age and experience, things slowly began to change. I began to believe in myself a bit more. I began to see that I was worthwhile. I thought back to times when I overcame obstacles and criticism. I looked back at achievements that were contrary to the beliefs of what some school teachers thought I’d ever be capable of. It felt good. It was equivalent to sticking up my middle finger to these people who fed the self-doubt for years on end.
Now that I have hit 30, I believe in myself so much more. I believe I am capable of change. I believe I am okay living life independently. I believe I am capable of moving out of my comfort zone. I believe I am a competent enough psychologist who is willing to learn and grow. I believe in my public speaking capacity. I believe that even if my opinions differ from others, I am entitled to them. I believe I am a capable and confident woman.
And my belief in myself shows.
It shows in the way I carry myself, the way I dress, the way I speak, the way I write. It comes across in my laugh and smile, in the passion when I stand up for my beliefs and the people I befriend.
My belief in myself shines through as I am willing to experience all that life has to offer me.
I want to believe.
How hard or easy has it been for you to believe in yourself?
Until next time,