My Ego Thinks I'm Amazing. My Anxiety Would Like a Word.
How is it possible that I can simultaneously believe I'm the smartest person in the room... and also spend twenty minutes looking for my glasses while I’m holding them?
Or walk into a room with complete confidence...
only to stand there wondering why I came in.
It's fascinating, really.
I can judge someone's entire life choices after one Facebook post...
yet spend thirty minutes trying to remember my own password.
I can convince myself I should be running the country...
and five minutes later, I apologize to a self-checkout machine.
I don't think it's arrogance.
I think it's being human.
We spend so much time comparing our messy reality to everyone else's polished appearance that we forget one simple truth:
Nobody has it all together. They're just better at hiding the junk drawer.
Maybe that's one of the unexpected gifts of getting older.
You stop trying to be the woman who has it all together...
because you finally realize she doesn't exist.
We're all just winging it.
Because some days you amaze yourself.
And some days you can't find your glasses.
❤️ Joey
