I spent the majority of my younger life with debilitating confidence problems.
In jr. high especially, I was jealous of the popular kids. They always said the right things, did the right stuff, wore the right clothes. They could do no wrong. I, on the other hand, seemed to be incapable of anything right.
One day, in Coach Isles’ history class, we had a pot luck for some reason, and I brought a huge bowl of mom’s pork-and-beans that I dropped in front of everyone. Coach, not a compassionate man, yelled, handed me a plastic spoon, and told me clean it up. When my spoon broke, I heard one of the cool kids lean over to a friend and whisper, super loud, “Pat…. hey Pat!!! His spoon broke!!!”
Everyone laughed.
This happened all the time, even when I wasn’t screwing something up. I’d go to bed, every night, worrying about how I’d get picked on the next day.
I did what most kids do in this predicament, I decided there must be something wrong with me, and entered early adulthood with big confidence problems. Continue reading Where Building Self Confidence Really Begins