How to Build Confidence When You Have None.

“How do you build confidence?” “How can I be more confident?” “How to fix low self esteem” “How to…” “How to…..” I’m sure many people have found themselves searching for these answers. Can’t help it, but I look into it now and again. Whenever I feel that mask is faltering and I need to pick myself up again. Like strangers on the internet can tell me how to make my life better by reading a million and one books. I have read them. ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F$ck’, ‘Atomic Habits’. Been there done that. Honestly, I would recommend them. However, it still feels like there is something. Something missing. And there is. These people who write these books, these posts, make videos about it, they all have truly valuable information. But the hard truth is, you already know everything they are going to say. You need to take better care of yourself. Mind, body, and soul. Clean your room. Exercise. Eat healthy. Go outside. Make friends. Go shopping. Learn about yourself. Read, write, clean, self care. The list is never ending.  You might find yourself thinking, okay, but how does that help? How do I start? Where Do You Start? You’re there, you’re ready to change, but how do you do it?  It seems so simple, you read these articles and tell yourself, ‘Okay. I will change tomorrow.’ But tomorrow rarely comes, right?  Change comes when you understand what confidence is. How can we define it? Confidence can be defined as such: “the belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust.” This is just the first thing that comes up when you search confidence. But what is it? I once saw someone describe self confidence as the trust in yourself you have that you will keep your promises. For yourself.  That perspective has completely changed my view on it and myself. I have always struggled with my self esteem and confidence, often feeling like it is just something I don’t or can’t have. But looking deeper I, and I’m sure other’s, can come to the conclusion that my lack of confidence is just distrust in myself that I am actually going to keep the promises I make to myself.  Can you trust yourself? What promises have you made and not followed through on? It is normal and okay to have examples, things you haven’t followed through on. Everyone does.  Be Honest With Yourself Take a moment and reflect, I will do the same. Be honest and think about the things you have decided to do for yourself, and not taken action on. This is not the time to feel shame or embarrassed about it. If you cannot face the truth then you cannot expect change to take place. Thinking back to times that you maybe decided to go out to eat alone, read that book, go to the gym, go for a walk, make changes to your diet, the list and possibilities for change are endless.  Any one of these instances are perfect examples of times you might have decided to change, but maybe never followed through. I don’t care about your reasoning, and neither should you. Move on, give yourself grace, and allow yourself to learn from your past decisions.  By being honest with yourself, you can see what you want in life. Maybe you want to eat healthier, make a new friend, go back to school, or start a blog. I have long struggled with making decisions for myself, afraid of the shame I would face if I failed. But I found that I felt more shame in never trying, and this took a great toll on my confidence. Making decisions for other people; what would they think? I don’t know enough, I am afraid, etc. But these did not serve me, they have only hindered me.  Letting go of these limiting beliefs came with forcing myself to follow through, but in following through, letting go of these beliefs got easier.  It is not easy for many people to take initiative, that esteemed writer you love had to work hard and fail many times, but they did it. They may not have believed in themselves at times, but they still followed through because they wanted it enough and they believed in what they were doing. Hard things are worth doing, even if they do not lead you exactly where you want to be.  Try, Fail, and Try Again Going into blogging and writing, I was so nervous. In the past 6 months or so I am not even sure if I have gotten views from actual people. But there is one thing I know for sure. I followed through with what I wanted to do. One of the few times in my life I have done what I wanted to do, for me. Am I afraid to fail? Sure, but what does trying say about my character, that not taking action doesn’t? Trying says I follow through with what I want, trying says I trust in myself to make decisions, to try, and to get up again and again when I fail. That I am not afraid to fail. I started this blog selfishly. I wanted to start writing. I have been learning and designing it for me. I will be just fine regardless of whether or not anyone reads this, other than my boyfriend.  I do it anyways, because that was what I told myself I was going to do.  So, if there is anyone reading this out there and has stuck with my amateur writing, I would encourage you to try something new. Or even better, revisit something you had once decided to do or something you are passionate about.  What is something you have wanted for yourself? Try it, and start small. If you want to write, brain storm ideas, then practice writing. If you want to eat healthier, begin researching nutrition, if you want more exercise, go on

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Quick! Delete Your Mood-Boards and Instead Change Your Life.

Stop right there! YOU! Yes, you. Delete those mood boards!!!!  I know, I know. Abrasive, abrupt. Who am I to tell you what to do. Right? I get it.  Just hear me out with this one. I was scrolling through my Pinterest page and my saved and private boards, I was trying to find some writing prompts to really get those juices flowing and I kept seeing the same pins saved. The same questions and ideas. ’20 Prompts to Find Your Inner Child’, ‘Journal Prompts to Get to Know Yourself’. So many things saved, and forgotten. I had intended to use them, to reference them, I had made my mood boards to motivate me towards my dreams and aspirations but never really looked through them.  It hit me today, They are really just a crutch, just there to fein progress and inspiration. They serve a superficial purpose and spending any time putting them together is time wasted. When I can be putting the work in myself.  Assuming these things were going to fix me was holding me back. Or, at least not propelling me forward. Let’s be honest, if my Pinterest Boards were holding me back then that would simply be a serious skill issue. I realized though, saving these posts, these pictures, they were only a comparison and it was me living vicariously through Pinterest.   Now, obviously, or maybe not if you do not have media literacy, everything needs to be taken with a grain of salt. What I think, can’t and won’t apply to everyone. Some people love their Pinterest boards and do use them. (Yippee for you!) But I found for me personally, I was spending all this time saving pins, creating this idealized version of myself on the internet through boards that were private. I was creating a version of myself that would not exist outside of my Pinterest. Why am I unhappy? Why are my goals and ambitions not being realized? Because that effort. is being put into and realized through my boards.  It’s like a weird pseudo-reality, it makes you feel like you have accomplished something, when in reality all you have curated is an idea. It’s a strange dynamic. You want to visualize, you want to believe that these boards mean something or that they will help you accomplish something when the truth is they could be the exact thing holding you back. From what I have seen and read, your brain has a difficult time deciphering real information from false information. Talking badly about yourself, imagining yourself accomplishing something spectacular, imagining all these terrible scenarios happening to you, your brain will likely not know what is real and not. So why is it so hard to believe that using these boards, getting that dopamine rush from creating an aesthetically pleasing board, and satisfying that need to DO something won’t do the exact same thing?  I argue that it does. Now, don’t get me wrong. I still have and use Pinterest, I save inspiration, have boards for future use, but I try not to spend all my time trying to live a life through those boards. You might think to yourself, ‘well who the f%^k does that?” ME. OBVIOUSLY. I doubt I’m alone. Pinterest is hugely successful and is continuously venturing out to new avenues. I can see its success growing as it does, and reaching new audiences. I would implore people to not use it as a crutch, however. You have SO much life to live, and you can only experience so much through your phone. And this applies to other things as well, Instagram, TikTok, Facebook (am I missing anything else? LOL I never know), they only show glimpses into people’s lives and can make people feel unfulfilled, dissatisfied, and unhappy. There is much more than meets the eye.  I am not innocent, I spend too much time on my phone, so maybe this is strictly a call out to myself. Whatever. It’s something I am working on, I swear.  It is so important to remember to live your life. And something I forget. Like a lot. Here I am waiting for my job to officially start and I have barely left my house except to go to the gym and the store. Yes, I am becoming more socially anxious, and yes I am working on it.  During this time, I am trying to be more aware of the pitfalls that await longing and comparison. All this free time and boredom. Keeping myself in check. It is good to do so.  Now, if you don’t mind me I will now edit and create a Pinterest pin or two to post this on Pinterest. Perhaps a little hypocritical, but hey. All the best main characters are a little flawed.   

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I am (Trying to be) Positive

I work 5 days out of the week, some days traffic is an hour and 15 minutes, some days its 30 minutes. The route is always almost the same, the destination is the same, and so is my attitude. I dislike my job. It passes the time, it pays my bills, but it wears me out mentally to a degree I had never imagined. I accepted my promotion because where else am I going to make money like this? But I also, realistically, cannot be unemployed. Now, this job is not the worst. For me, it is my current circumstances. The added stress onto my life, and so a stressful job, with a stressful living situation really takes a toll on a person. I am always on high alert, my guard is never let down, even on my days off I end up having to work to an extent (some days more than others). I found myself in a less than ideal living situation that just seems to get worse day by day, and it is out of my control because of my lease. All the perfect storm for anxiety ridden days, irritability, no sleep, constant stress.  However, I do not want to be a victim to my circumstances. I thought after college that life would get better, and though right now it seems dim, I am determined to improve my mental state and my life.  My boyfriend is a constant ray of sunshine. Happy, positive, supportive. A stark contrast to me: sad, stressed out, negative. And how depressing is that, when he tries to cheer me up most times I can’t help but feel like I am stuck at the bottom of a pit and he’s trying to give me a rope to get me out, and instead of grabbing the rope I dig the hole deeper.  This morning after I got to work he texted me a picture of blueberries he had dropped all over the floor. I responded saying something along the lines of being able to clean them and still use them and he responded saying “look at you, being so positive”. Rewarding and encouraging my behavior. Positive reinforcement for positivity. I looked at that, stunned. I had to reflect. He didn’t mean it badly whatsoever. He is the sweetest person I have ever known, it was mostly a reflection of me.  As I worked, I could not help but think, and think, and think. I didn’t feel bad but I definitely felt guilty about it. It made me pause at several times and think about my road rage and how it seemed like it might be wearing off on him, or how I can be rather negative. But in the grander scheme of things I had to really think about what kind of partner I wanted to be. And I realized that I have historically not been up to par with the type of woman I feel my man deserves. As someone who loves hard, is so caring and wonderful, I worry about the long term implications and what that could do to him. A positive and a negative make a negative. I refuse to be the negative to his positive. How miserable. Though I may be overstating my negativity, the feedback loop continues.  I have elected to make a change. Something I have wanted to do for a while, but sometimes without a catalyst it is hard to start. In this case my boyfriend, our future, his happiness, they act as my ‘why’. And I also don’t want to be negative and miserable forever. For me, of course.  Change is hard, and one thing about me is I am pretty resistant when it comes to changing my habits. I can deal with change, I will adjust pretty well eventually. But I get pretty stuck in my ways. It gets very disheartening when you believe that there is just something wrong with you. Having consistent problems with negative thinking, always reverting back to your routine thoughts. For me, I overthink. I ruminate, and I make up scenarios that will prepare me for the worst case scenario every time. This takes a lot of energy. I spend too much time being unhappy with my thought patterns and the thoughts I have.   So I have decided to start being more aware and actively shut down negative thoughts and reframe them. Or think something new completely. This past year has brought a lot of new people into my life. With new people comes new ideas and mind sets. It is very refreshing venting to a friend and having them tell you “who cares? That’s their problem not yours”. It serves as a gentle reminder that I do in fact think too much, all the time.  So now, I am committing to a new, better me. A fresh mindset, positive thinking, and a better outlook on life. I have more than enough reasons to feel blessed. These past couple years have introduced me to one of the tougher seasons of my life, but I know that it is preparing me for whatever is ahead, and I have already learned so much. I have seen a side to myself I did not know existed, grit, resilience, compassion, problem solving, and so many other things I am proud to be able to add to my tool box of skills.  This year has been tough but I have been blessed with abundant love and wonderful people all around me. The work for this new positive mindset started a few weeks ago, and I am already seeing the fruits of my labor, but now is when the accountability comes in. I want to start documenting it, because I suck at accountability, so this can act as a sort of journal. A timeline, I guess. My growth, my progress. Even if no one reads this, I can know that I am committing to myself and doing what I know is best for me. In posting this

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It’s Okay To Fail?

In 2019, I graduated high school. I was 17 and filled with this whimsy and curiosity that at times feels like I lost it somewhere along the way. I remember seeing my senior portrait displayed at my graduation. Right there on the screen it showed where I was planning on going to school with “Pre-Nursing” written right below it. I didn’t believe it when I looked up, and had I known what that feeling was, my life would be very different. But that was then, this is now. Looking at the screen, I remember the image of my great-grandmother on my mom’s side. I pictured her in an old school nurses uniform, though I had never met her her legacy ran strong through my family. I felt as though I was more connected to her in a way because of my choice, and I had convinced myself it was the right choice for me. August 2019 rolled in, I moved to away for college with family and had started my GE’s. Now, I had continued to convince myself that the lifestyle of a nurse had potential for me. I could become a travel nurse, make lots of money, see the world, and also settle down with a family whenever I was ready. I passed my GE’s, my first semester went well, and I discovered that I was good at statistics. Also that I hated public speaking. But what I was not aware of, was that the world was about to change completely. And that the extent of my STEM abilities began and ended with statistics. When 2020 came to be, I remember being at my parents home. We heard on the news that there was a war somewhere out east. Bombs were being dropped and I was afraid for the future right then and there. Then came the alleged killer wasps or hornets, and then finally came the big one. I first read about COVID-19 in an article about a disease spreading in China. Me and my uncle’s were sat at dinner one night when my uncle said, to comfort us of course, that it would not reach us. It is laughable looking back on it, I was nervous, but I believed him. But we were all wrong. March came around, I was taking a Bio and Organic chem class (rolled up into one section, can you imagine?) I was failing miserably, I did not understand it. For the first time since I decided that I wanted to be a nurse, I was questioning my decision. Feeling so stupid, I felt like I was failing myself and my family. So embarrassed and still I carry around that embarrassment with me to a degree. It was one class, right? It was not indicative of my skill or know-how. But I did not just neglect to pass the class. I failed, with a 33%. Sitting there in the Zoom meeting with the professor in the background, I was baffled at my grade. I looked at it and immediately clicked off the page. I tried to laugh it off, I sent a video to my best friend showcasing my ‘pain’, but I did not want to laugh. I wanted to crawl into bed and just wait for the semester to be over completely. I felt like my life was over, and my best friend in all of her wonderful knowledge and wisdom assured me it was okay.  I did not believe her. It was terrifying thinking of telling my uncle’s. The look on their faces as I was squandering the opportunity they gave me. I wasted it on a stupid GE class. Moments like that make me wish I could go back to comfort that girl, shake her around a little bit and tell her that she would be okay. That her world was not falling apart. But for me, most things only work in extremes (which is NO way to live, mind you). And so, I failed the class, I told my uncle and he shrugged it off.  “Take it again,” he said. Or some unbothered version of that.  He might have been a bit disappointed, but he didn’t show it. He told me to take it at a community college so I get my credits or else it will show as a big fat “F” on my transcript forever. So, I did that. I enrolled at a community college, took the class again and embraced the idea that nursing was not for me, and oh boy, I have never looked back.  All this to say, failure is definitely an opportunity. It took me a long time to get to that point, I did not want to be okay with failing. It felt like I was rolling over and being okay with the fact that I was too stupid to pass a damn science class. I felt like I was disappointing everyone around me too, like they had this permanent expectation for me and what I would do or needed to do with my life. With time, it got easier, especially as I found that I really did enjoy where I ended up. The good, the bad. Everything that has come my way was a result of failing that one class, and it led me here right now. Pursuing something I was too embarrassed to even talk about with my best friend. Failure can lead to some wonderful things, you just have to keep pushing. 

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