There are some things I'm pretty good at.
When I sat down to write part 2 of this series I’ve created, exploring the “not good enough” mantra I’ve struggled with most of my life, I was surprised to see how big it quickly grew. This post ballooned up to over 2000 words before I knew it, and the more I wrote, the more I thought of to write. (As a result, I’ve split it into even more segments, to keep it the size of a nice, easy read.)
It's Sunday morning and so far I'm the only one in my house who's awake. I'm enjoying my coffee and the peace and quiet - or I'm trying to, anyways. The truth is, underneath that early Sunday stillness, there still exists that voice. The one I've been trying to satisfy for as long as I can remember.