There are some numbers I shy away from. Raise your hands if you occasionally lose your courage over scales, your inbox or the number of visitors on your blog. Anybody?
For some reason, I can muster up courage to give presentations, interview people I’ve never met, but scared as heck when it comes to numbers like these. It’s probably that 5 letter word that starts with g.
Guilt’s been plaguing me since I was 6 years old.
One hot summer day I was on a field trip when I finally found a water fountain. I was so excited. I didn’t care that the water was warm or that I had to stand on my tippy toes to get to it. But when one of the young teachers came up next to me, all I could think of was how guilty I felt that she touched my dirty sweaty hair. It didn’t matter that she was actually complimenting its softness or curliness or that to her it was lovely. In my mind, it was gross.
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