On Self-Belief

So, tonight my ickle Mummy and me (yes I know that’s grammatically incorrect, but this is a blog, baby - deal mmmkay?) got ourselves just the right side of wasted.

Of course I heart my Mum for hundreds of reasons, but perhaps the most important of which is her absolutely, ever-present, un-erring belief in me. According to my Mum, I’m just about the best damn thing on the planet.

Of course I’m not.

But I’m not nearly as crap as I’d have myself (and others) believe.

I think self-deprecation is a trait which I’ve down to a fine art. It really doesn’t matter what I achieve, there’s a little hater in me, squawking badness:

Screaming “you’re shit; AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Wiling me to miss the penalty, fail the team, tumble from grace and land on my rather generously proportioned arse.

But my loves, right here, right now I’m feeling pretty darn awesome.

There’s tons I’m not so good at. There’s still a millionty things I’ve to learn.

But learning rocks. Making mistakes is still (as far as I’m concerned) the very best way to learn… You’ll wake up and live to kick ass another day.

We’re all just trying to figure out the bigger picture. Still trying to find our place within it. It’s big, it’s scary and it might just go a bit Pete Tong.

But right now I feel like I’m swimming rather than sinking. And even if what I’m actually doing is treading water, it won’t be forever… It’ll just be for now. I’ll be heading for the open water and dodging the sharks soon.

Because although I might lack self-belief, I’m going to take a little of what my mama gave me, and shake my money-maker (albeit intellectually-speaking), and see what happens.

Seriously, I wish y’all a Mummy as awesome as mine.