Trusting myself is another one of those problems I didn’t think I had. But once again my behavior belies the confidence I’ve always assumed I had. The truth is I am as delicate as the next person, nowhere near immune to self-doubt and general uncertainty. I think any pseudo-confidence I’ve had was based on compulsive readiness. I was proud of my ability to plan, which is not an inherently bad thing, but it became my entire basis for trusting myself. And now that I have seen where compulsive planning puts me in life, I realize it’s no way to run a rodeo.
So, how to trust myself when I abandon the rules and regulations? I suppose some of it comes with practice. I listen to the Universe, do what it says, and use my gifts to make the best of it. The more joy this method brings, the more comfortable I feel with it, and the more I trust myself to be able to make it work without knowing every little detail beforehand.