necömi

I’m not sure if it’s confidence so much as perfectionism. I won’t let anybody stop me.

I had no choice but to work hard, doing things I didn’t want to do. It was the only way to become the version of myself that I envisioned: somebody who could stand up and say, “I’ve got this!”

I’d had no idea at the time, but in hindsight, I could see that I’d been something of a difficult child.