Because I’m feeling that they do. Or that they can. But I’m not sure. I like to think that I’m generally open-minded and consider differences to be part of the beauty of human existence. I mean, we can’t all be the exact same and think the exact same way – that would be boring and pointless. It would be stagnating. Yet, the other morning, after receiving the strangest text ever from a friend, I’m struggling with what happens now. We’ve been friends for more than 20 years and suddenly, I feel like she doesn’t know me at all. I have
Honestly, it seems like such a simple word, but yet it remains one of the hardest things for me to grasp. Defined by Merriam-Webster as: 1con·fi·dence noun ˈkän-fə-dən(t)s, -ˌden(t)s : a feeling or belief that you can do something well or succeed at something : a feeling or belief that someone or something is good or has the ability to succeed at something : the feeling of being certain that something will happen or that something is true There must be some deeply-seated seed inside me that flat out refuses to allow me the grace of acquiring this very important trait.