I’m Done Doubting Myself
Why don’t you join me?
I’m always surprised when even one person reads what I write.
I’m 36 years old and I still cannot fathom anyone wanting to hear my stories (and I have lots), my thoughts, or my ramblings of the day. Yet, in real life, I am often the person my friends can call on for anything. They know, even if we haven’t spoken for months, or years, that I will listen and…