Mizz Erna

I'm swimming in an ocean of self-doubt. I can't move on my own. It moves me. I tried to fight it at first, of course. Tried to swim to the surface, as anyone who feels the pull of the ocean's force, tugging you down to the bottom. Then you realize that even if you fight it, and try to swim to the top, you are still at the exact spot where you first began to drown. So you wait. And it takes you to the ocean of self-doubt, and through the waves of insecurity. And you forget why you dipped your feet into the water in the first place. So you're there, just trying to swim along in the direction of the waves. And then you stop. You just let the waves take you. I know I'll reach the shore at some point, but I hate that it takes so long before I can get to dry land. I should have worn a bathing suit.