I recognize that you are present. I can feel you. I know you are there telling me that what I am about to do just isn’t going to work. No one will listen. People will think I am stupid. I am wasting my time.
You are trying to make me feel too scared to take that chance. To make that bold move. You want me to believe that I will fail. That I should just stick to my career and not venture out into other things. It's the only thing that I am good at, anyways. Nothing else.
You are attempting to keep me up at night so that I can worry about things that you make me think you are controlling.
You are striving to make me think that I am not good enough. Not strong enough. Not talented enough. You are the voice in the back of my mind that is beckoning me to give up. Don’t even try cause it’s going to be too hard. I don’t have time, anyway.
I want YOU to know that while I acknowledge your presence, I am NOT going to let you control me. I am the author of my life and you only play a small, inconsequential part in it. You are not strong. You are weak. My other parts of my mind are going to overpower you and dominate you because I believe, with all of my heart, that what I am about to do will succeed. ‘Cause that is how I roll, bitch.
I am going to be ok if I fail. I have done it before and it has never stopped me. I will get back up if I fall. Dust myself off. No matter what happens, I will have courage. I am a child of God and I believe that if it is His will, it’s gonna happen. We will make a way together.
I know it won’t be easy and that it will be a lot of hard work. I am used to that though. Anything worth attaining is worth bravely storming down the path towards. I will boldly move forward and there is not one thing that you can do about it.
Therefore, I respectfully must tell you to Fuck Off.