And sometimes that overwhelming, intimidating pile of things to do seems more like a million reminders of how you fall short of who you want so deeply to be.
One voice starts in. "You can't do it."
"You aren't good enough for this," another sneers.
"Haha, you really thought this is where you were supposed to be?" scoffs yet another.
Your head soon gives way to a whole choir of negativity.
When my head's ringing with the sounds of paralyzing doubts, I panic.
Like today.
I feel like it's August all over again.
I'm supposed to do WHAT with 21 kids?!? Help them learn?!? Oh no. Oh gosh. I can't do this. What was I thinking? I'm nowhere near ready. Gosh, they're going to be bored silly. They're going to hate school. And their parents are going to hate sending them. OhnoOhnoOhno.
And then I remembered the words which soothed my soul that night before I went to bed, and I'm turning back to it tonight to speak for me.
Maybe some of you need these words, too.
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