I oftentimes wonder, whether or not, that I am good enough to talk to certain people-the ones that I look up to for what they look like, for what they have accomplished, personally and professionally, or for the very matter of fact that they are in a position to offer me an opportunity, which can change my life’s trajectory, in an instant, for the better.
Preparation prior to a meeting stresses me out. The seemingly endless cycle of anticipation and wishing before a major moment can drive my nerves up a wall in a lizard speed. Despite countless demonstrations of my having the capacity to handle what is thrown at me, unexpectedly, in a face-to-face encounter, my habitual tendency still nudges me incessantly to align myself with low self-esteem in order for it to hold onto what is familiar-self sabotage.
I am not a new kid on the bloc. I have met and interacted with people from many walks of life, up until now. Although I do easily cave in to my habitual weaknesses; however, I do also draw a huge amount of inspiration and motivation from events, from which I have survived in my past. They have opened my eyes to the reality that being brave and confident, at times, is just about surrendering to the present and the unknown, while not losing grip on the necessity of cultivating self-appreciation unconditionally, especially in times of difficulty and pivotal changes.
Lived experiences are important. After all, how we learn to be confident and brave from books is not exactly as profoundly transformative as what life has trained and taught us to become.