I’m standing at the local bookstore staring at the best-sellers in the personal growth section overcome by self-doubt.
Last year, I decided to ditch my traditional consulting career and launch a business empowering women to be uncompromising. I’d seen one too many brilliant female clients not pursue her dreams and watched too many friends give up huge parts of themselves to their marriages and families only to wake up feeling lost, numb, and on the brink of divorce. So, I started supporting women to launch lives and careers that made them feel awake, on purpose, and on fire again.
While yesterday I felt empowered and successful, today I feel suddenly insecure in the face of these authors. Every one of them is funnier, snarkier, smarter, bad-ass-ier than the next. Looking down at my faded yoga pants and worn out flip-flops, I feel less badass than I have in weeks. I leave the personal growth aisle, grab a trashy novel, stop at the grocery store for a pint of ice cream, and head home. The rest of the night doesn’t get better. I’m on a serious self-doubt spiral.