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"There She Goes" ortoPilot