Where do your deepest darkest insecurities come from and more importantly, are you still feeding them?
I am stepping into the birth of many of mine this weekend. I hope to greet them with kindness I never knew and let them go. I think that may be the only way I stop feeding them.
I don't MEAN to feed them, but I seem to slip them scraps under the table until they have grown so large that they push me away from that table which holds boundless love.
I only have me to change.