What I Wish I Knew

I was wrong all these years.

I thought that I wasn't good enough. I thought that I wasn't capable. I waited for someone to remove the veil of my life to expose my inadequacies. To expose my fraudulent life.

 I was wrong. And now I know that my existence is in my hands alone. Circumstances may help mold me, but only in the way that papier-mâché is added after the balloon is expanded. I am the air in the balloon, and I choose how much air to put in there. My soul, my spirit is mine alone, and I choose what to do with it. I feel so many wasted years.

If I can do anything for my daughters, it is to hand them this ability, this confidence of knowing that they really can achieve anything. To imprint in them this knowledge that took me years to earn...so that I can save them from the failure of their misperceptions.