There are times when it all makes sense. When I know I’m doing the right thing, when I feel that, if someone were to document my life in retrospect, this chapter would be boring. I would be on track, nothing out of the ordinary would be happening, and I would be making the decisions that I hope others (besides myself) would see as the right thing.
And then there are moments when I just want to get out of my skin. I hear myself saying the things I’m saying, doing the things I’m doing, and wondering what alien took over my body and turned me into the antithesis of me, the most non-Aubrey that I could be. And I wonder what happened.
I’m a believer in fate, in destiny, but counterintuitively, I’m also a firm believer in living your own life. You have a role in what you become, where you end up. Getting walked all over? Speak up. Unhappy? End it. Now. If it’s meant to be, it will be. If you’re not acting like yourself, not being yourself, making excuses for the very actions that you would chastise your friend for doing, then, Atlanta, we have a problem.
I’m a strong woman, I really am. Despite my romanticized view on various aspects of reality, I consider myself your run-of-the-mill, jaded, young(ish) gal who’s smarter than letting herself get hurt but knows the precarious equation between like and love that serves as protection in the meantime. And yet any time something goes awry, when I find myself upset or my feelings hurt or something happens that makes me sad, I wonder what I did.
And I know better than that.
The last time I expressed myself so honestly, I got a “boo hoo, stop whining” comment that, honestly, affected me more than I’d like to admit. As a writer, I always call it the way I see it, but rarely do I let myself get to the true, unabashed core where I’m vulnerable. To have someone respond so callously, well, it made me reconsider what I write on this site, what I’m comfortable actually expressing, And yet here I am, pouring my heart out again, and hoping that within my honesty others will relate, take it for what it is, take it for what is actually going on, not some pathetic attempt for sympathy.
Because really, I don’t want advice. I have that. I just want to stop feeling like I’m not good enough.
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Aubrey from what I read here on an almost daily basis I can easily say that I think that you do know what you are doing and like all of us from time to time we question ourselves and wonder if what we are doing is right. I really hope that you realize that this is only a phase and that you ARE good enough.
So what makes you think that you aren’t good enough?
Just wondering!
There’s something inherently wrong with not feeling like we’re “good enough,” because the question becomes: good enough for what? Of course you’re good enough. You’re interesting, a good writer and people obviously like you (judging by the pictures). But something in our heads makes us questions ourselves even if everyone else in the world loves us. It makes me sad.
But I want you to know you are good enough.
Sheesh … I sound like Mr. Rogers!