SELF-CONFIDENCE
Tits Up: Here’s One Very Good Reason to Believe in Yourself and Keep Going
When you feel like all hope is lost and you just can’t do it, consider this.
I spent last weekend the way I will spend this weekend — coaching clients. Each of them is a woman with her sights set on being a better version of herself but has a hard time seeing how to get there. That’s where I come in. I’m a tough-love coach. I say what the people closest to you won’t, and I say it in a way that bites. I say the quiet parts loud as fuck, and I’m not concerned about hurt feelings. Unpleasant truths can sometimes sting those who have sheltered themselves from actuality, but facing these truths finally allows them to move forward. Still, if calling out those unpleasantries ruffles a client’s feelings, I believe in filling those cracks with good news, hope, and unwavering support as I help them move forward.
Each weekend, without fail, I find myself in conversation with a woman who just can’t see how she can get, be, or do better. She thinks life is hard and getting harder, that she’s just not equipped to tackle her current or upcoming struggles. She ruminates, and she broods — and I let her. I enjoy allowing my clients to go on-and-on about how much they can’t make it through this phase of their lives because I know that what I’ll say afterward has the power to change their minds. It goes something like this:
Keep it One-Hundred 💯
If you’re reading this, you’re here. And if you’re here, that means you’ve made it through one hundred percent of your worst days. When your parents died, when you lost your job, when your spouse walked out and never came back — you survived. When you lost the house and had to sell everything you owned, when you were sick, when your kids were sick, and there was no one there to help — you survived.
On the days you thought that being alive hurt so badly you wanted to die, you didn’t. You’re still here. The crying, the screaming, the day you lost control of yourself and cursed the heavens — none of it killed you.
There were days, weeks, even months when you couldn’t get out of bed, years when you were convinced your life was over. You walked around like a zombie, doing the bare minimum, counting down the minutes until you’d be safely back in your bed. For a long while, nothing and no one mattered, and then one day, everything did. You survived.
Yes, a part of you has been broken, but you will heal stronger in the broken places. You’ve done it before.
You have survived one-hundred percent of your worst days, and if nothing else, this alone qualifies you to survive all the hard days ahead. Remember, you don’t have to be perfect, but you do have to be present. Show up for yourself. Tap into your power. Give yourself credit for all you’ve survived. Tits up and keep going!
