All manners of metaphysical thoughts about confidence rattled through my skull. I tried to think of the last time well-honed confidence pulsed in these veins; aside from a stretch in late August/early September, it has not made a regular appearance in some time.
As I shyly sat amongst party goers last weekend, I realized how rarely I felt confident anymore. Without being medicated (draw your own conclusions, dear readers), it's hard to make a move some days.
So what happens when confidence shatters? Must a time limit expire before the trashman stops to sweep up the shards?
And if the pieces have been tossed in the trash, can confidence be rebuilt from shaky ground where it originally sprang?
Nothing tests confidence like failure, whether in love, job or as a pet owner (the failure I'm striving not to become at this moment).
Right now, I'm groping around to see if I have any pieces left. As scratched as hands have become with a cat in the house, I wouldn't mind getting jabbed by some leftovers right now ...
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