Like, dreams of someday getting a new car or new furniture feel fairly safe, but what about big dreams? Really big dreams. Things you aren’t quite sure you even deserve…hello, Imposter Syndrome.
I’m teaching myself how to play the guitar. Don’t get me
wrong, I have no illusions that I’ll front a grammy-winning rock band anytime
in the future. I just want to be able to play some chords along with songs I
like.
I was sitting at a table with a handful of women, most of
them brand-new acquaintances to me as of that morning. The goal was to eat
breakfast together and while doing so, go around the table and ask and answer a
few, previously chosen questions in the quest to learn more about each other
and become better acquainted.
The last couple of weeks have been stressful, to say the least, but they culminated in realizing today that my husband and I missed an important event which occurred this morning.
This was my internal dialogue a few nights ago: “When are you going to realize that small, halting steps are just as good as giant leaps, so long as they both take you in the same direction – the direction you want to go? It’s not how fast you get there, so long as you finally get there.”
A couple of weeks ago I missed my daughter’s parent-teacher conference. Like just plain forgot it. The meeting was requested by her teacher so we could touch base on some things. I requested a particular timeframe and the confirmation paper was sent home in my daughter’s folder the week her dad and I were so sick. And I was a no-show.
