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Where did you go?

I got quiet there for a minute.


I was doing great, feeling confident, feeling the flow. I was full of ideas. I was sharing. I was taking good care of myself - mind, body, and soul.


I felt really good.

Then I didn’t.

Fear and overwhelm took over, as they do from time to time.


I have a hard time saying "no."

I took on too much.

Then there is the self-doubt.


Mean Michele came out to play. The one who tells me I’m not good enough. The one who wants to knock me down a peg or two. The one who asks me who the hell I think I am—who says that no one wants to hear what I have to say.


She picks on me and at me until that confidence vanishes. She tells me I don’t have the right to share my thoughts. She compares me to those successful people out there and tells me I don't measure up. She tells me I can't handle it. That I'm not doing everything I'm supposed to be doing. That I'm not doing enough. That I'm not enough. That I'm failing. She tells me I’m clueless, and everybody knows it. She tells me people don't like me or my message. She tells me that everyone just wants me to shut up already.