I would tell myself over and over again that I wasn’t good enough. Not good enough for the soccer team or the job or the relationship. Occasionally I would tell other people too and they would never correct me. Lately, however, when I say things like, “I’m not detail oriented,” or “I don’t know what I want to do with my [professional] life,” they say, “Huh? You? I never would have guessed that,” or “You seem to know what you want better than most.” As it turns out, the only person holding me back was myself. The craziest part about this is that the only thing that has changed is my perspective: I can. I will. I am. It really is that simple. Don’t like your mind tell you otherwise.