20
Jan

Five Minute Friday - doubt

Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on doubt.

Go.

Do you know what it feels like to live your life doubting yourself?
I do.
Do you know the feelings that comes with living in constant fear of every decision...big or small?
I do.
Do you doubt your thoughts, your ideas, your words, your actions, you as a person?
I do.

Although I have claimed this my year of self-respect, I do have to say, the doubt and fear that I hold on to, it does not stop me.
It makes me pause.
It makes me look at things from all angles before I act.
It makes me be a little more sure.
And then it makes me move.
So, I have to believe that it's okay to have this doubt and fear that I live with.

It is not for everyone, I'm quite sure most do not live their day-to-day lives like this.
It is not the way of life for most, I understand.
But for me, well maybe it actually helps me.

I need to find a place where the fear and doubt stop turning into self ridicule and negative self talk. Maybe that will come with age and experience. Maybe that will come in my year of self-respect and remembering that I matter. But it all has to start with me ane me alone.

To all who doubt themselves, know that we are okay.
Know that we move with clear intentions.
Know that we do it out of love for others, now it's time to turn that love inward.

Stop.

Comments

  1. Your thoughts are lovely, thank you
    Just stopped by from FMF #17

    1. childhood says:

      Thank you Heather.

  2. I don't doubt a single thing
    that I've ever done;
    I say I fly on eagle's wing,
    Barb says that I'm just dumb,
    and my overweening confidence
    bespeaks an empty head,
    but instead of getting tense
    I kiss my wife instead,
    and say, "There, there, I know you envy
    my unfailing rectitude,
    wishing you were more like me,
    but, my love, please do not brood."
    Then, bless her little cotton socks,
    she calls me dumber than a box of rocks.

  3. Words full of insight and encouragement.
    Thanks for sharing.
    (Visiting from #33)

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