Hey me, how am I holding up? Lately, I’ve been tangled in this weird dance between self-doubt and chasing what I want—it’s like every step toward a goal comes with this little voice asking, “You sure you’ve got this?” But I’m telling myself it’s okay, that doubting doesn’t mean I’m weak—it’s just a nudge to dig deeper. I’m learning to flip those nagging thoughts into something louder, like “I can figure this out,” and it’s starting to feel like a shaky but real foundation to stand on. So, let’s do this together—push back, keep going, and see where it takes me.
I’ve been breaking things down—small goals, tiny wins—because every time I hit one, it’s like a quiet high-five to myself, proof I’m not just spinning my wheels. Stepping out, even when it’s scary, is shutting that doubt up bit by bit, and leaning on people who get it—friends, maybe a mentor—keeps me steady. I’m also cutting myself some slack, resting when I need to, because beating myself up doesn’t help me grow—it just dims me out. Success isn’t all shiny trophies; it’s this messy, growing thing, and I’m here for it, me—doubts and all, ready to keep moving.