I’ve got to tamp down on my self-criticism. ASAP.
Ripping myself to shreds over every word I say in public, every inflection I fear comes across in my voice to the world, every expression that wrinkles my stupid brow in other people’s presence…
Yeah, well, that’s not healthy.
I know the key is confidence.
Unfortunately, that key doesn’t fit my lock… or, at least, any lock I can find in my screwed up view of myself.
How sad is it that I wish for locksmiths on stars?