The most dangerous limitations are the ones we set for ourselves.
We tend to trust ourselves more than we trust others, so we’re more inclined to accept self-imposed shackles than those thrust on us by others. Often, we do it to shield ourselves from disappointment.
Throughout my life, I told myself I couldn’t do things.
At 15, I told myself I would never be able to move away from home, because just going on a 5-day school camp was an incredibly stressful ordeal.
When I was 18, I told myself I would never be able to go to University, because my High School scores weren’t that crash hot, and moving to the city by myself seemed insurmountably terrifying.
When I was 22, I told myself that because I’d never had a girlfriend, I never would, and I’d be doomed to a life of lonely celibacy, unwanted and unloved, because I simply wasn’t good enough to be boyfriend material.
Today, I live 5 hours drive away from my parents, and I haven’t lived with them permanently for 6 years.
I’ve completed a Bachelor degree in sociology and a Postgrad in journalism.
And at 23, I met a kind, funny, beautiful and brilliant woman who, for 19 wonderful months, was my girlfriend.
As I look behind me at this trail of broken shackles, I have learned my lesson.