I live by a story that’s been made up entirely in my mind, and it goes like this: I’m not worthy to do anything, though I feel like I’m supposed to. I live under the threat of fear and loss, which drives me to more inaction and analysis.
It doesn’t have to be this way, clearly. My story is what I make of it, and I’m sick of living in that old world of fear and personal ugliness. It’s time for a new story.
My new story is this: I’m an average guy doing above average things. I’ve overcome a lot of obstacles to become extremely successful and raise four awesome, healthy, thriving and very loved children. I’m a committed husband with an undying passion for his wife.
I am a great person.