As I lay here feeling sick, tired, and unwell , I again read my post on confidence.
Confidence in just being.
It’s very wordy. It didn’t get to the heart of what I felt.
Confidence is an inner strength that feels good all the way to the skin.
Knowing oneself, accepting myself as is.
Being able to walk through life, not knowing, and still going.
Having courage to try anything that my heart wants.
Confidence is, seeing oneself in the light of truth.