"And just who the hell do you think you are?" I'd hear that stupid question any time I'd even consider attempting something new. I wished I could answer her with confidence and strength, or at the very least, ignore her entirely. But I never did. I would always give up and give in to her bitter, cruel judgement.
I was pretty bummed that the weather wouldn't cooperate and let me see the Full Moon this weekend. I always look forward to performing my release ritual and charging up my crystals beneath the glow of its loving light.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Which way am I supposed to go from here?" Those thoughts plagued my days and nights. It was an endless cycle of self-doubt that paralyzed me, leaving me unable to make a move in any direction.