01 November 2007


It's amazing to me that an otherwise capable and intelligent person who seems to be mature is so controlled by insecurity. (And I'm not talking about any of my friends. I'm not necessarily talking about anyone in particular! I'm just talking.) How is it that we can travel through our lives and be effective and powerful, yet become so terribly petty when that nasty demon, Insecurity, strikes?

Comments, please. What are you insecure about, and how does it control your life? Or are you freed from that nasty demon?

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