Dissin' yourself

Self doubt - the bane of youth. I knew it well. Then I woke up one day somewhere in my mid-50's (late bloomer) and realized that at some point, it had all but disappeared. No more agonizing over what decision to make, afraid I'd make the wrong choice. I've collected enough useful tools over the years to make even the worst decisions work out. No more ignoring my own instincts, mistrusting my own judgment and letting someone else steer my ship. No more telling myself, I'm not good enough, smart enough, clever enough. No more wishing I could be, or pretending I am, someone I'm not. No more skirting around the edges of life, afraid to take big, potentially life changing chances. I think I'd acquired self-confidence long before I realized I had and long before I acknowledged that life is indeed short, and mine was getting shorter by the minute, passing by while I was debating positives and negatives. In the long run, everything's positive, even when it's negative. Even self-doubt and trepidation. But that's not a concept I could fully grasp when I was younger and my storehouse of experiences was the size of a closet. It wasn't even a concept I could grasp until I looked directly at my own mortality. Scary and freeing.

Without some stupidity and failure, success would struggle to get a leg up.

 

THAT!!!!

That right there makes getting older worth it. Somewhere in the past 10 years it hit me also.

Well said Joniemack, very well said

 

I had a discussion with my daughter about crapping on opportunity yesterday. I told her when something comes up, to think about if it's something you really want to try, and not to listen to nay sayers ( even me), because the regrets of not trying at all are the worst ones, and they continue to haunt. Failures you get over, or they help you grow.