Discombob-
ulation.

Dis-
com-
bob-
ulation.

Fragmented.

Disjointed.

Disintegrating.

Among the cracks
my confidence slid away
unnoticed.

Until…

Where have you gone?

Who invited in 
second-guessing?
Self-doubt?

Others-will-have-the-answer advice-seeking.

Miss Must Do It Right
snuck into the party. 

Hadn’t she read the invite?

There isn’t a right way.

No one-size fits all
do this and you will succeed
formula.

Follow what you believe.

Oh, that memo got lost in the excitement, 
dropped along the way,
trampled by experts who profess adherence
to their incontrovertible process.

Until….

“That’s not who I am”
started as a whisper,
voiced out loud,
became an uplifting song.

Blog image by Alexas Fotos from Pixaby

Poem originally published in February 2022. Updated in April 2024.

• Managing anxiety and stress