A guest post by Jennifer Boykin of Life After Tampons
So, this year is turning out to be a dream year for me. And, of course, only I could make that a bad thing.
Here’s how:
In February, I launched my dream business. I’m finally giving myself the gift of doing work that matters. My project is going really, really well.
In fact, my work was noticed by someone “big,” and now I’m part of an incredible mastermind group of kick-ass entrepreneurs all creating game changing businesses.
And that’s where the trouble really began.
A few weeks ago, I went to meet my team in New York for the first time. As you’d expect, they are all amazing people. I kept pinching myself that I was even allowed to be there. (Hear the insecurity already creeping in?)
I learned a lot and, by the time the weekend was over, I was on fire to do my work.
But then . . .
. . . I came home.
And, waiting for me in my office was my entire Itty Bitty Shitty Committee (IBSC) — otherwise known as the “voices in my head.”
My IBSC has been with me a long time. So long, in fact, that I have to replay their negativity messages on 8-track cassettes.
My IBSC tells me I’m . . .