Enough
I used to worry so much about what people thought about me. Probably yet another reason I’ve had such bad anxiety through my life. Worrying about what girls and boys thought about me as a kid. Worrying about what men and women thought about me as a grown up. Always wondering if I was good enough for a friend, a partner, and just for life period. Always feeling like I wasn’t pretty enough…funny enough…dressed good enough…just ENOUGH. Walking around with those thoughts and doubts all my life caused me to be so afraid to really be me. To really thrive in life and really LIVE life and not just be in it. I could have been better. I could have been more. I had dreams of going to UCLA and being a great doctor. But I stuffed those dreams in the trash before I even hit high school because I had family who told me I’d never make it. I had all A’s in school up to this point. I was ahead in my studies and I could remember dates and facts like I was a human encyclopedia. But if my own family d...