There are days that fear takes over, and it has nothing to
do with how good I feel, how much success I have had, or where I am. Fear is a wicked little thing that sees a
minute crack in my self-esteem and it rushes in consuming all of my confidence
and will. Then it grows and grows and
grows until I am filled with self-doubt and am paralyzed.
I cannot predict when that fear arrives, all I know is when
it is here I have just got to focus on that little spark.
whisper….whisper…whisper
No comments:
Post a Comment