Is it a work of genius? Yes, it is!

The Muse Letter No. 18

Confidence is a flimsy thing. One moment proud and boasting can easily be deflated; a mere thought, a sidenote, a like too little, shrinking it to a size of bubble gum, stuck under your shoe, annoyingly reminding you of your failings. And so difficult to shake off.

I used to be a very confident child much to the dismay of my family. There is a VHS lying somewhere in the attic of my parents house, Christmas 1996 written on it, documenting a specific moment, that ever since lingers in the collective memories of my family where seven year old me supposedly walks into the door after church on Christmas Eve proclaiming loudly: “I am the star of this family.”

This moment, a childish outburst of mega confidence, is not what my self-esteem looks like these days, which is, a note on the side: Probably for the better.