I’ve been filled with doubt lately, and I’m not sure why, or about what. Sometimes I doubt my parenting skills. The kids go off the walls, and I feel so alone, even though I know others go through this.
Sometimes I doubt my abilities at work. Especially when things don’t go as planned. And yet, I’ve been here for two years. I’m sure if I wasn’t working out, I wouldn’t be here anymore.
Sometimes I doubt my abilities to, well….adult. I stress over everything, and wonder how we’re going to do it, but we always do.
Is this “adulting”? This constant feeling of unworthiness? This constant fear that things are going to crash down around us at any given moment? The fear that we’re not doing enough for our kids? To be honest, I hope so. Because if it is, at least I know I’m doing it right!