You know….sort of along the lines of being perfectly imperfect.

You know….it is my jam.

But isn’t it all of ours?

Fake it ’til you make it.

Keep your eye on the prize.

Positive affirmations, positive thoughts.

I see my insecurities as a cloud of crows. Cawing constantly. Sometimes near, some times further away.

But always there.

We grow up being told to not let our insecurities take over our lives. To work through them. To handle them.

You ever try to handle a murder of crows?

And what the hell is with all of the cawing?