All of my life, I’ve been “the apologizer.”
I’ve struggled with insecurity and an exhausting perfectionism since I was a young child, and while I can be incredibly selfish at times, I was also blessed with the “people pleasing” gene.
Now that I’m mommy to a toddler and continuing to work full-time outside of my home, I’ve found a whole new set of things for which I must apologize.
But here’s the thing. Constantly saying “I’m sorry” for one’s existence or personality benefits nobody. Continue reading