I’ve been feeling very conflicted these days; one part of me wants to believe that I can do anything I set my mind to, but then there’s that evil voice in the back of my head that says I can’t. My heart believes I can do anything. So, that must be true, right?
I guess it doesn’t matter whether or not I can actually do it. What matters is that just thinking I can makes me happy. It’s gives me something to work toward, to believe in. And I believe in myself.
Everything is going to be okay.
I believe that I can, so I will.
I’ll do it all.
And I’ll be so good when I do it, that they can’t ignore me.