A rare, but familiar knock on my self-esteems door.
Come in for tea, Self-doubt and tell me what you think of me.
Self-doubt sips it’s tea and begins to play the old tapes, the drone of familiar chants.
You’re not good enough, not worthy, not well enough, smart enough, you’re a poser.
The fear and rejection hangs in the air between us as it tells me all the reasons
I shouldn’t try or that I should give up.
I listen, with respect, compassion, and a loving ear because I know
Self-doubt wouldn’t come uninvited.
When I’ve heard enough, I thank Self-doubt for the visit and say we’re done with tea.
I show it out the door, shake it off, take a deep breath and
reset my sails into the wind, as Self-doubt fades onto a distant shore.
I may hear this rare, but familiar knock on my door again, and if…
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