The bubble up feeling that starts in your stomach, moving upwards, until finally it settles into a faint but distracting feeling. It’s not heartburn. It’s anxiety. The lose of control, the silent whisper saying “Who, you? No”. It comes and goes. Never settling on the perfect time to arrive, it just comes when it wants. The control over your thoughts scares you most, you don’t want to believe the unsettling feeling. You think well maybe this wasn’t meant to be because I can’t. Then you tell yourself, it’s nothing, maybe some other time.
Guess what? It is.It is nothing, because you just told yourself “I’m not worth it”.
How often do we second guess ourselves because we feel that we cannot do it. We never actually test if we can or can’t. We just say I know, but when you get into the comfort of routine. You tell yourself don’t bother. You start making a laundry list of reasons and excuses. All the while the sinking feeling builds, the desperation starts, and the list gets longer.
Never stop believing in yourself. Never give up on who you want to be because something tells you no or tries to stop you. Just keep going, keep pushing and never settle for good. It reminds me of the rhyme they teach you to learn the difference between good, better, best.
Good, better, best, never let it rest until your good is better, and your better is your best.
Life mottos kids.