I used to think the expression “fake it till you make it” was a pile of rubbish. I never had a problem saying exactly how I felt in any kind of situation, a trait I had likely inherited from my hot-headed German mother. I could never understand when people kept up appearances for the sake of the Joneses or their own personal sanity. Why not just walk into a room and own it?
When I had my first case of panic (at a Phish show of all things), my confidence took a major hit. Since then, I’ve tried just about everything to reclaim tiny pieces of the girl I was before anxiety settled in. But you know—I’ve learned a very important lesson in all of this, and it’s one that I wouldn’t trade for anything (though yes, I’d lose the anxiety in a heartbeat if I could). It’s that we are never presented with a challenge we are unable to face. I am extremely grateful for this wisdom.
With two trips coming up next month (one personal, one business), I find myself dealing with even more anxiety than I expected. And I love to travel! It’s a reminder that no one is immune from irrational thoughts, and those sons of bitches will come in to invade your head space whenever they damn well please.
Since I read this blog post earlier in the week about developing your own personal mantra to help you through any obstacle, I have decided it’s finally time for me to come up with my own, too. And so, I thought about what I wanted to regain in moments of personal struggle when all reason is shot to hell: confidence.
And then it came to me:
Confidence is sexy.
This is the mantra I’ll be whispering under my breath when I am trailing toilet paper on the back of my shoe. When my belly laugh turns heads in a restaurant and when I’m having a no good, very bad hair day. I’ll repeat it to myself at times when my inner voice is shouting and my words are clouded with doubt and insecurity.
If faking it till I make it gets me through the anxious periods in life, I’ll at least have my confidence to thank.
What about you? Do you have a personal mantra?