Nothing to Prove — Donna Hopkins

I had one of those weeks when a few things didn’t go my way. Someone backed into my car in a parking lot. There was a change in my health insurance that necessitated a change in my physical therapist. I circled around and around with self-doubt and my inner critic on all fronts. I wish things would ease up and I might find my way to confidence and not caring so much what others think. Just when it seems there is no clear path, I have a long talk with a friend and I am reminded of how it feels to be loved for simply being myself - not for what I do, or how much I help, or how good I am. But for simply being me.