I think, usually, the biggest hurdle in my life is myself.
I am my harshest critic.
It took me a few years to leave my “secure” task since I didn’t believe I might preserve my own business. I didn’t believe sufficient people would see the value in me.
It’s difficult for me now to see myself as a writer, to see that value, to accept that others may really enjoy what I have to say.
It’s difficult, in general, for people to step past a specific comfort zone.
The “pity me” mindset is everywhere. I make a point to ignore it.
Everyone believes she works harder than everybody else.
Everyone believes she is more deserving as well as always right.
There is a great deal of rage out there, a great deal of judgement.
I try to do the very best I can with an open mind as well as an open heart.
I try to do good.
To provide credit history to others.
Accept that I am sometimes wrong.
Take responsibility.
Make my own life happen.
That seems to be the hardest part with anything, getting past my own self doubt.
A buddy reminded me of an Emerson quote:
“Once you make a decision, the world conspires to make it happen.”
That seems to be correct.