I’ve always been a pretty confident person.
I make decisions quickly and navigate the uncertainties of life with as much grace as I can muster.
But about a year after I left my position as a university psychologist to focus on creating she{ology}, I lost my confidence. And I’m not just talking about figuratively losing confidence.
My confidence literally left me.
Here’s what happened.
For the first year after I left the university, business was thriving.
I was at the top of my game.
I was working with amazing women from around the world.
I was traveling internationally, and really living my heart’s vision, all the while wearing cute shoes.
I’d bathed in Iceland’s Blue Lagoon, spent extended time in the South of France, Paris, and London.
I even had a brief romance with a French economist (this was long before Mr. McAvoy appeared on the scene).
And then about a year into my work, something happened.
Actually, lots of things happened while I was in France one summer.
But here’s the jist of it.
