Are you going to choose courage or comfort?
Have you ever sat down and asked yourself, "Who am I?" Could you confidently answer this question? I thought I could until I was sitting across from my therapist, and she asked me this exact question. My mind blanked, my hands got sweaty, and I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I looked at the clock to see if time was up and if we could just skip over this question, but we had 20 minutes left, and there was no way I was getting out of it. I said something along the lines that I'm a mother. I am a mother that is fucking up my kid's lives. I am a wife. I am a wife who hates folding laundry and doing dishes and would rather read a book on the couch than have sex. I am an HR Professional. I am an HR Professional who goes to work every day thinking I'm overpaid, underqualified, and shouldn't be in this position. Are those what define who I am? My therapist doesn't seem to think so. In our therapy book club, we just finished The Measure by Nikki Erl
