Everything within me yearns for something more. Never enough. I’m never enough. I can never be good enough. I can never be smart enough. I’m not talented, skilled, athletic, or special enough. No matter where I turn, there’s always someone better than me. No matter what I do, someone else has already done it better than me. Someone else is funnier. Someone else is smarter. Someone else is more influential. Someone else is more qualified. What is so wrong with me that there always has to be something wrong with me? Who did I give permission to pronounce failure over my life? Who decides what is required for me to be good enough? I need to know so I can find them and smack them around a little. Me? I have permission to pronounce success over my life? I get to decide what qualifies me to be good enough? I can do what I love and go after my dreams because the desires of my heart add value to others? Me? I don’t have to be perfect? I don’t have to be better? I just need to be me? I can do that. I can be me better than anyone else ever.