She sat across the massive steel desk from me, flipping back and forth through pages in the manila file folder
“You’re never gonna change.”
My cheeks were flaming red, matching the temper that had boiled the surface moments ago.
Those words ping-ponged in my brain pissing me off even more. Who the hell was she to tell me what I could and couldn’t do?
But throughout junior high and senior high, I let those words dictate how I would show up in the world.
Truth be told, they still creep in and mess with my mojo, but I am so glad that I have learned exactly how to deal with that inner voice now.
Maybe you ’ve felt this way too and perhaps you still feel this way.
The first person to really plant that statement in my head was my 7th-grade teacher.
Do you remember those formative moments?