This elusive word has haunted me most of my life. It taunts me when I fail. It tells me I’m not good enough. It loves to point out how others are so much better than me. Sometimes it brings me to tears and sometimes it makes me so angry I feel like punching a hole in the wall.
Maybe it’s the fear of disappointing someone, or even worse, disappointing myself. So, I relentlessly try to “have it all together” — ALL THE TIME — only to realize no matter how “perfect” I am, I will disappoint someone. I will fail. I won’t have it all together.