landslide

This flood of thoughts is causing a landslide in my brain. I have a laundry list of faults and shortcomings, but the following is my attempt convince myself that this isn't one of them.

I am an optimist. I have to believe in the best possible version of a situation because if I believed in the worst, I'd be hugging my knees, whispering to myself, rocking in the corner. I believe that I can do hard things. Not to toot my own horn, but I have overcome a struggle or two in my life. Consequently, I have confidence that I can accomplish what I set out to. This doesn't mean that I am naively unaware of the discipline and hard work that achieving goals always requires. I am. But I choose to proceed with confidence, knowing that what I'm working toward is within my capabilities. There are five million and eight things I could be afraid of, anxious about and stressed over. I choose to grip the few abilities I know I possess and proceed by putting one foot carefully in front of the other. It's the only way I can stay sane without running at the first sign of struggle.