Long trips (especially by car) usually get me thinking about where I've been, where I'm going and mistakes/situations to avoid... if possible. You know... do more of 'this' and less of 'that'. And on this most recent trip I vowed to never, ever, ever (no, I wasn't channeling Taylor Swift) worry that I'm not good enough. Never. Ever. You want to judge me? Go ahead, I care not one whit.
I know that my self-confidence has taken a hit since my husband passed away. He was my biggest cheerleader. I'm too critical of myself and in the past, have worried too much about what others think. I may come from a long line of people-pleasers or else it's a female thing... but I am drawing a line in the sand now. Do me wrong and you'll be gone. (Now there's a song)
