BAMF

Sometimes, like everyone no doubt, I feel insecure.  Worry about whether I’m good enough.  Wonder what it is about me that allowed x,y,z to happen.  Wonder if I’ll ever be all that I want to be.

And then I go outside in February in my bare feet.  On the ice and in the snow.  And remember how frickin awesome I am.

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