A Mini-Story About Confidence

Why do I let comments affect me so much?

They repeatedly sit in my mind as if I did something wrong. Take yesterday, for example. I suggested rescheduling because our timing wasn’t lining up, and she made a comment that had me spiraling. Why would she say that? Did I offend her? Am I the problem?

Being a woman searching for connection and community with other like-minded women has been tough. Sometimes, it feels like I’m shouting into a void, hoping someone will hear and understand me. Instead, I find myself stuck in my head, wrestling with feelings of unworthiness.

Why is confidence so hard to hold on to?

On my best days, I know the world is better because I’m in it—not because I think I’m better than anyone, but because I truly believe we each have unique gifts. God has given us talents to bring something positive to others every day.

But there are moments—like this one—when confidence slips through my fingers, and the smallest comment has the power to steal my joy.

I keep reminding myself: This won’t always feel so heavy. When my confidence grows, these comments will lose their weight. They won’t control me or make me feel less than.