How. Dare. I. (Doubt Be Damned)

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A FEW DAYS AGO I SAW SOMETHING FLOATING AROUND IN SOCIAL MEDIA LAND THAT SAID THIS:

Doubt Kills More Dreams Than Failure Ever Will.

I’m not sure who to quote here, but I think I need to tattoo this on my arm. Or, you know, grab a sharpie.

Because it’s true.

Doubt. Kills. Dreams.

And what’s even worse is that we don’t even know it. We’re constantly doubting ourselves—measuring and limiting our capabilities by the nonsense floating around in our heads.

I’m doubting myself as I write this post.

I doubt myself more than I’d like to admit.

I doubt myself. Then I stop myself from doing things.

Because I say to myself:

I’m not good enough.

I’m not strong enough.

I’m not smart enough.

I’m not this.

I’m not that.

Doubt.

I doubt myself more than I would like to admit.

How. Dare. I.

How dare I dream to do amazing things and not go after them?

How dare I talk about how I want things and not take action towards them?

How dare I create excuses?

How dare I say I’m tired?

How dare I say I’ll do it tomorrow?

How dare I complain?

How dare I take the things I do have for granted?

How. Dare. I.

Doubt Kills More Dreams Than Failure Ever Will.

If I’m going to fail, then I better gear up because doubt be damned.

Do you doubt yourself? Does it get in the way?

 

 

 

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  1. I can’t believe I found it just now! I love this approach. I mean, it’s not patting your back, saying “Oooh, sweetie, I’m sure you can do it, just believe in yourself’. It’s being woken up by a sound of a whistle blowing right next to your ear and someone yelling, that it’s your freakin’ duty to follow your dreams, so move your ass and do things TODAY.

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