I find myself sitting in the chair in my front room pondering what I see in my future. I want so much to feel confident; healthy, productive, grateful and graceful, beautiful. Helpful. Peaceful, HOPE full.
I want to being a strong, confident woman. I see a woman who has poise and gentleness, yet is bold and persevering.
Yet this week as I've laid on the sofa a lot, I have felt none of those. I have felt weak, tired, messy. I've wondered if I could ever be that other woman. I've had moments of doubt, confusion and discouragement; times when I only felt desperate. How can I ever be a strong, confident woman when I keep floundering in moments of discouragement and sadness?
But today I am taking time to ponder what I've heard this week from just listening, from forcing myself not to let my thoughts take me to despair or to deciding to quit - again for the umpteenth time, to feel like I wasn't good enough.
Here's what I heard. …
I have a confession to make.
I almost didn't share it with you, but I don't think I'm the only one who struggles with this. So please tell me you know what I'm talking about.
This past week, I was challenged to approach five 'scary' women in my world to let them know about some of the opportunities I have for them at the new kathyburrus.com.
Now, by 'scary', I don't mean they are dark or ominous; or that they make me afraid. Well, ok, maybe they have made me a little afraid. But it is not because they tried to frighten me.
Rather it is because they are...