You know what, I make mistakes. In fact I make plenty of mistakes – some of them so cringingly embarrassing, that it physically aches to recall them. My brain likes to take me there some nights when I can’t sleep.
But this is me, I am just a woman.
I try my best.
I really do try my best – and you know what?
That in itself is worth so much more than all the successes put together. The strength is in the trying…in the admitting when you’re wrong, admitting when you messed up and then getting up again the next day and trying even harder.
‘Some days she doesn’t know how she will do it, but every single day it gets done.’
If that is all that can be said about me then that’s enough.
But if there was one more thing I would like to be known for, it would be the good intentions in my heart.
I may not always get it right but my intentions are always good – and kind – and loving.
And you know what, that’s enough.
It really is.
This is me…