My Musings

There’s a moment in life when sharing a personal truth lights up a room—like the time I spoke candidly at a small dinner and felt the warmth of honest nods all around. That singular, raw moment transformed a routine evening into a space of genuine connection. It felt like a switch flipped: my vulnerability not only deepened my bond with those around me but also invited them to open up in return. Yet, there’s another side to that coin. In a critical work meeting, I chose to keep my thoughts measured. I withheld details that might have stirred …

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It starts with a whisper. A tiny, nagging thought. You’re going to mess this up. Before I know it, the whisper turns into a full-scale production. Everyone can see through you. You should probably disappear into the woods and live among creatures that don’t judge. For years, this voice had all the authority of a Supreme Court ruling. It dictated what was true: If anxiety showed up, that meant I wasn’t ready. If envy flared, that meant I was failing. If guilt sank its claws in, that meant I was a terrible person. The voice never considered …

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Doubt has a way of creeping in, whispering that I should be different—stronger, smarter, less me. For years, I listened. Not anymore. Overthinking doesn’t solve problems; it just makes them bigger. So instead of spiraling into Why is this happening? or Am I overreacting?, I ask better questions. What part of this is mine to fix? Not who’s to blame? or why does this keep happening? Those lead nowhere. A better question: What’s actually in my control? And what’s just an old pattern playing out again? Trying to control others is like …

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