My confidence is something people remark on with regularity. Other than the white hair, it’s a bit of a trademark. Sometimes it’s affectionately called swagger, or less so, and brash.
It’s a thing I like a great deal about myself. I hear fearless a lot too, although that isn’t true. I am full of fear, I just do the thing anyway.
While the confidence is real, it’s not the whole story. I occasionally step on toes in my rush to put myself out there, and no amount of confidence protects me from the sting of derision. The qualities we like best in ourselves can bring problems too. Two sides of the same coin.
And yet, none of this stops me from plotting what’s next.
I figure, people aren’t going to spend much time thinking about my foibles. Why not give it a go?
“You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.” Eleanor Roosevelt
It’s hard to know where the line between confidence and foolishness lies. I intend to keep testing those boundaries.
I usually consider any endeavor a success if I look back and half of me is cringing while the other half is delighted. I wish I could say I cultivated this confidence but it’s closer to the truth that I am wired this way.
These are a few I willing to admit to 😉
I may have regrets at the end of my life, but they won’t be because I didn’t try.