Today, I write to acknowledge the voice that says I cannot. The incessant, nagging voice that has become increasingly loud at the first sign of an opportunity to share my writing more publicly.
I was going to bed the other night, thinking about how my own self esteem issues have often blocked me from what I want most in life and the Angels said:
Last year, just before my 32nd birthday , I wrote 31 things I’ve learned or been reminded of during that time. And now, a year older, I share 32 with you.