Growing up feeling like I had to justify my existence stuck. It stuck hard. Of all the changes I've been going through, that is the hardest one to shake. It's not forefront in my mind you see, but insidious and sneaky and shows up through the back door.
Today I am having faith that each time I feel the pull of guilt, I will have the presence of mind to shut the door on it. I may not see it coming, but I am learning to shut it down. Give myself grace. If I don't get up at 4 and exercise, meditate, write in my journal, get to my meeting before work, it can still be a good, productive day.
Off I go, I'll still be to work on time and if I hadn't outed myself, nobody would have been the wiser.