Yes, I'm still wide awake.
I'm battling serious confidence issues tonight. Every nasty barb ever hooked into my self esteem is surfacing in this endless, infected loop that only shuts off if I start eating. Whee. I don't know which is worse - that the people who said it all to begin with are still able to whisper and hurt me or that I do it to myself.
I've decided to go ahead and work on my own board. I don't know why, except that it feels wrong to abandon it, even if it feels like nothing will come of it now. There's been a part of me all along that felt I was too stupid to accomplish this. If I stop, it won't just be because I feel discouraged and humiliated. It will be because, on some level, I wanted to be treated that way so I would have an excuse to stop.
Maybe, if I didn't have a daughter who had been with me on this project from the start, I would give up anyway. But I want to set a better example for her. I want her to be better and stronger than I am so, even if a year from now I quit on something else, I'm going to stick with this. Just so she sees me doing it.
Besides, I'm not a stupid woman. I'm not degreed, but I have a higher IQ than most people who are. The last time it was tested I got a 138. It's never been that I wasn't smart.
Or driven or passionate, etc. It's that I was broken and had no instructions to tell me how to fit the pieces back into place so they worked right, again. And even so, I have done so much more than anyone ever thought I could. I have been a good mother. Not just better than mine and certainly not perfect, but good. I changed the future of my family and the impact that has will long outlive me, even if no one knows what I did. In fact, that no other child in this family line will ever know how hard it was to break the cycle speaks to how well I broke it. I did that.
So fuck your degrees, you condescending sons of bitches. I'm smarter and more driven than any of you and if I put my energy into advocating for your children the way I have for mine, I'll outshine the whole bunch of you.
Now if I can just say that over and over . . .