…ans to believe in yourself when you have so many questions about who you are and what you’re doing. But now, instead of seeing a little girl who didn’t know how to believe in herself, I see a young woman, who, doubt and all, decided to step forward anyway.
The uncomfortable truth is that, had I waited for self-confidence to kick in, I wouldn’t have done anything: I would be waiting, uncertain and overeager, cross-legged on my bed, where there would have been no transferring to a college that was a better fit for me; no job that, based on my resume, I didn’t quite qualify for; no shy first Facebook message to the boy who would become my first love; no move to a city where I knew no one, but wanted everything. With doubt, I needed no guarantees that success would meet me on the other side of the leap. To me, self-confidence was being sure. I was never sure. I just wanted to try.