Mom, please accept my apologies…
(pretty please, on my knees, with a cherry on top!)
I’d like to officially apologize to my mother for all those times I thought I knew everything, when, in fact, I knew almost nothing. Actually, I probably owe a few of you this same apology. It’s free for the taking. Now that I’m slowing down a bit in life and have the luxury of time for self-reflection, I’m realizing a lot about the stories I’ve been telling myself.
Now, I’d also like to explain how this “over-confidence” came to be–and I’d like to warn you that you might not know as much as you think you know either. So take a deep breath before you keep reading. Realize that none of this really has anything to do with an over-inflated ego.
*Thanks, James, for nudging me in this direction!