Some examples of thoughts I've had:
I've been through some difficult life struggles, but you've been through worse. You think I'm shallow.
I have no degree whatsoever; you have a PhD. You're smirking at my little book reports.
I have five kids; you have ten. (Or two, and you're wondering if I've figured out yet how to prevent pregnancy.)
I'm SO excited because I just ran a mile! You run ten miles every morning.
I just got caught up on laundry for the first time in ten years; you never go to sleep at night until every scrap is folded and put away.
It's endless. Roaming through the blogosphere should help, but sometimes it just makes me feel more unworthy.
Our hearts are fragile things. It takes courage to open them up.
But I've noticed when I do scrape together the courage to tell my own stories, the response is usually uplifting. The sting of negative criticism is soothed by the balm of understanding. One of the main reasons I read great classic literature is to become more empathetic. Putting myself out there though -- yikes! --that's a whole different thing!
What keeps us out of connection is the fear that we are not worthy of connection. ~ Brené Brown
My stats rise, then decline, then rise again. Why? I scratch the back of my head. On the downer days I sometimes feel a little blue. I'm not worthy. I must have used a comma when I should have used a semicolon! I must have used a word that is now politically incorrect! Then someone will leave a comment that is so encouraging, it brings tears to my eyes. In those moments I know I must keep trying. I must strive to open up the heavy door to my heart. I must take risks while exploring my thoughts about the classics and life.
I want to be beautiful too.
Note: Since I wrote this post, I've started reading Brené Brown's book, The Gifts of Imperfection. So far it's been really helpful. I look forward to sharing more thoughts about it in the future.