“I am not enough.” This is a belief/myth that has followed me around my entire life. It is my constant companion, whispering in my ear, “I am not enough. I’m not enough. I’m not enough. Be more. Do more. You’re a fraud. You’ll never be enough”. Because I’m … a woman, a person of color, not a size 0 … the list goes on. I know this is bullsh*t, but still … I believe: “I’m not enough”. And I’m really tired of it. It’s time to Rise Strong.
It’s the first Thursday of March (how can that be true?), so it’s time for another review of the books I loved, liked and loathed. The good news is that February was a very good reading month for me with no book earning the dreaded “loathe” honor. This makes me very happy because bad books are painful. What made me less happy was that I forgot how much our “mood” dictates what we feel like reading. Or at least it does for me.