SOME days I feel like I could take on the world.
(And maybe even win.)
Other days it can feel like a struggle just to leave the house and face it, let alone take it on.
It’s a funny ol’ thing confidence. Take for instance this week.
On Tuesday, I was feeling bold, invincible and at my absolute best. Flying high and making magic happen.
And then the day after.
Bam, back to earth.
Wednesday was a trickier day, I felt the dreadful but familiar wibble wobbles, I struggled with the simplest of tasks and just like that, my confidence – or the bulk of it at least – seemingly evaporated into thin air.
Just two little days.
One right next to the other.
And yet in terms of confidence levels, how I felt on each day could not have been more different.
I don’t think I’m the only one to feel this way, to live with such ups and downs of shifting confidence levels.
Or perhaps I am.
Maybe you’ve all got this confidence thang down! (If you have, spill the beans won’t you?!)
All I know is that during my 35 years on this planet, some days I feel incredible. Other days I do not. And my confidence can swing from one extreme to another overnight, or even occasionally, in an instant.
And typically, just when I think I’ve got this confident, “I can take on anything feeling” in the bag, I quickly discover when I go to fish around for it the next day that it’s hidden, it’s been pinched or it’s burst free.
Because one thing I definitely do know is that confidence is elusive.
And the most mysterious of all feelings.
We all want it. We all want more of it. And we sure as hell need it.
But yet it often remains tricky to find and is impossible to hold onto.
It’s also incredibly vulnerable too.
Such precious things like confidence are I guess.
It shrinks when it comes up against opposition. It hides when it’s most needed. It runs for the hills if it feels threatened or unappreciated.
And yet it can also flourish.