What if you fly?

I was preparing for a big meeting this week. And I could feel the doubt creeping in... a worry weed that was starting to seed. Am I ready?

If left unattended, this whisper swells into a din. And I get in my own way and don’t deliver as intended.

Before the meeting, I was reflecting on a poem that I like:

What if I fall? Oh, but my darling…what if you fly?

I need to be my strongest advocate. And reclaim the narrative where I can assume the best — but be ready for the worst!

A phrase I come back to a lot: Everything you need is already inside you.