I strong enough to face my fears, all of them? Am I strong enough to fail, to
fail spectacularly? Am I strong enough to shed all my protective layers
and be honest? Am I strong enough to do what I dream without considering the
consequences? Am I strong enough to fight for the weaker, disadvantaged, and
those on the fringes of society, regardless of the cost? Am I truly strong
know what, I no longer care if I'm strong enough or not. I've spent too
much of my life caring about these things. Now I have come to a fantastic
realization.....wait for it: No one cares! No one cares if I fail. No one cares
if I am strong enough or not. No one cares if I fight or lay down and bury my
head in the sand. If I choose to be an ostrich, no one will know that I
ever had the thought to fight. And if I fight, they will just assume that
is who I am and will have no idea or care about the internal battle it took for
me to get there.
Nobody cares because it's not about me! It
never was. It was only my insecurities and pride that ever made it about
me. So I no longer care. I no longer am going to wait to be strong
enough. I will no longer live my life trying to protect myself from failure,
even spectacular failure. I'm 41 years old and have so many things I've
wanted to do but haven't because I was too consumed with myself; my self-doubt,
fear of faiure, fear of what people think, and my all-consuming need to do it
right. Yet even with all that analysis and anxiety, I have still failed.
have been broken into so many pieces that I couldn't even count them. And do
you know what has happened, even in that failure? I survived. I grew. I glued
myself back together into a whole different kind of woman. And then I
broke again. And once again, I pieced myself back together; this time, the
pieces came together more quickly. Failure happens. Breaking
happens. I no longer fear the process because I have survived and will
So, I no longer care if I'm strong enough to
take it. I'm going to give it my best shot. To hell with success. To hell
with failure. To hell with me and my insecurities.
None of it matters. All that matters is: have I lived my life with true integrity? Have I been kind? Have I been compassionate? Have I been honest, even with myself? Have I loved fully and completely? Have I tried with everything in me? Have I shot for the stars? Have I dared to believe I could live the dream? Have I truly failed? Have I spectacularly failed? When I die, I hope I can honestly answer that I have.