Confidence
Right, the storm is over, for now. I’m hoping nothing else screws up. Sometimes I just need a lot more assurances than I think I do. Insecurities are a bad thing.
Having struggled through this tough phase, I’m a lot more clear-headed now. The stress level has subsided, and I feel a lot more amicable. How I wish I’m given the free reign in the things I’m doing, rather than going through approvals after approvals after approvals. At least I wouldn’t have to be this worrisome.
Can’t help but think that even though optimism is written all over my face, pessimism has actually taken over the whole of the inner me. Are Virgoans, being the perfectionist in the things they do, all like this deep down? Well, we ARE masters (and mistresses) in concealing our true self. This actually reminds me of Bree Van De Kamp. We simply can’t lose by revealing our weaknesses. No matter how much of a failure we are, we must portray the best side of ourselves.
People have been telling me about the good comments given to me by other people. I’m skeptical about these comments though. I just can’t seem to trust and accept the goodwill. Why is it so hard to accept the praises when I’m quite pleasd with the work I’ve done? I remember giving myself a pat on my back (not literally) knowing that I’ve done pretty well. But coming from other people… well… how true are they? I can’t seem to learn the importance of trust.
I’m probably afraid of getting head-swollen with the nice comments. I don’t wish to come across as arrogant nor proud, though I know I do get pretty light-headed when filled with praises. That’s when I began to doubt, and doubting isn’t exactly a morale booster. Thus I prefer not to believe and ending up wallowing in self-pity. How dumb.
Nonetheless, the end of something is the start of another. I can only hope that the journey will be smooth-sailing and life wouldn’t be so harsh again.






