I have no one to impress but myself; easy for me to say now, but it hasn’t always been this way.
There are a few things I’ve learned to make peace with:
Failure is just a feeling when I lose perspective of my goals. I didn’t fail, I just lost a bit of perspective and now I refocus and move forward. Sometimes they are just an unavoidable low point, no more or less important than the experiences I call successes.
Being taller than most women, I learned early to stand up straight and proud and take up as much room as I fill and be proud of it.
Knowing my strengths enables me to make use of them.
I learned to suck it up; not everyone will like me or support my ideas.
I had to take small steps to get where I wanted to go. I couldn’t leap to the conclusion of a goal…I had to take small steps and build to what I want.
I couldn’t take nay-sayers so seriously. People in my life that were hater’s or jealous and would tell me I couldn’t do something…I learned to laugh at them. They are little people with no goals and are jealous of me for a strong mind and a big mouth.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad things get, they could be worse. This one was a tough one. I learned this from my sister. No matter how bad things get, she always has a positive spin. “It could be worse.” We learned from a worrying grandmother and a worrying mother NOT to worry…to focus on a positive outcome.
I’ve learned that I can be still…that answers come when I quiet myself.