Heartlines and Hope.

Occasionally a thought passes trough my mind and it nags at me until I want to pull my hair out.

Lately it’s been this pressing thought of not being good enough.

I found the box that holds the cards I received from my high school graduation. I read through the cards and suddenly found myself breaking down because I felt like I had failed all of these people.

At that time I had high hopes of attending Liberty University for four years and graduating with a degree in government. Now, now I’m moving to New York to follow my dreams and my heart.

To put it simply, I’m terrified. I’ve lost three people that wrote me cards in that box. Three people that I know are watching my life from heaven and still rooting for me. People that believe in me.

So now I merely have to believe in myself.

Which as we all know is harder than one thinks.

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