I suppose the brink of a new year is as good a time as any to reflect on what my biggest challenge might be. Among many choices, belief keeps coming to mind. Belief in myself, my ability to communicate my words in a way that truly captures what I’m thinking and feeling, my worth as a person outside of motherhood. A nagging inner voice, asking “Are you sure?” I’ve heard it called “Imposter Syndrome”. Fake it until you make it.
But I’ll keep working. I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep improving myself until I have no choice but to believe. That what new years and new chances are for.

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