Thou Shall Not Doubt

Yesterday was not a good day for Tink. Tink had very uncharacteristically low self-esteem yesterday. Tink needs to grow up.

Yesterday was a day that I wished that I didn't have my own business, that I wasn't a (somewhat) adult, and I could put my head under the covers and wait for all the nonsense to subside. Turns out running your own business does not excuse you from upset clients, public or virtual ridicule, or an endless amount of second guessing and self-doubt. No sir.

Mr. Tink told me that I needed a thicker skin, and I agree. But I thought I already had a thick skin? Soon I fear this skin will turn into leather.

So what did I do, I called my good friend Wendy, who seemed to be having a hell of a day herself. Just as I had geared up to whine, complain, and sing the blues, she gave me this disclaimer: "If you are calling to bitch about your clients, I can't deal with that today."

Fair enough.

And sometimes, when it comes from the right person, that's what you need. A reality check.

In hindsight, yes the things that I was so upset were trivial. And yes, amidst the stupid annoying things that went down yesterday, some huge strides were made. And today was another day, full of opportunity.

So now that we've identified some of our awesome opportunties, we need to talk about threats, that's right Marketing Majors, its a full on SWOT analysis. Threats are things, people, thoughts, or habits that threaten your personal happiness, growth, or livelihood. And no that's not Webster's definition, that is the Project Peter Pan definition.

One of the biggest threats in my life is self-doubt. Sometimes I freak myself out so much that I lose sight of all the progress I've made or the accomplishments I should be proud of. It's a really sick game of constant "What If?" And it's a major waste of time. I get that, but its an addiction. So I've said it out loud, now I can start fixing it. This week, I'm going to focus on grabbing my balls (Figuratively) and quit doubting my abilities. I"m starting to sound like a gnarly self-help seminar, so I'll leave you with one last thought, repeat after me, "You can do it!"