My word for this year is Believe. According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of believe verb is “to accept or regard (something) as true”, “to accept the truth of what is said by (someone)” , and “to have (a specified opinion)”. I chose this word, or rather it chose me. My parents gave me a Christmas present wrapped in a beautiful gift bag with this word on it. The exclamation point demanded my immediate attention, and it contains two of my favorite colors – red and black.
A dear friend gently mentioned last year how my lack of belief in myself holds me back. It was a painful truth to hear at the time. As I continued to reflect on this, I realized that it is true. I doubt myself all the time – as a wife, especially as a mom, as a friend, as a professional, as a writer, as a runner. Doubt permeates so much of my entire life. I feel like I could never be enough. In a month I will be thirty-nine. I want to enter my forties with an unshakeable belief in myself. I have these two amazing little girls who look to me as their role model. How can I teach them to believe in themselves if I constantly doubt myself? I will strive for practicing self-kindness and kick that critical, judgemental voice in my head to the curb.