It’s a shame that as we go through life, we lose the courage to believe in ourselves. As young children, we are fearless and full of confidence. Time, people, and experiences cause that to falter. I am in the process of starting a couple of new ventures and I have had an immense internal struggle about pulling the trigger. Not for lack of desire. I dream about them, think about them, and envision myself doing them. But the lack of courage, lack of confidence, always delays me.
We are so raw and pure and fearless as children, then life happens and gets in the way of our dreams sometimes. I have a young, impressionable daughter. I want her to know that her mother believes in herself, no matter how scary that can be at times. If I cannot believe in myself to push forward and make things happen, how can I expect her to do the same? I’m going to make these things happen. I’m going to stop getting in the way of myself. I’m going to force fear to leave my side. I’m going to make reality from my dreams, no matter how small they may be to some. They are mine. I will own them. I will forge ahead. I will accomplish. I will continue to dream. But not about my current dreams. I will make those my reality.