When Your Brain Lies to You (And You Believe It Anyway)

 

Last weekend, I completely flopped a task. One of those public, gut-punch kinds of flops. Since then, I’ve run it back several times — practicing, refining, and according to the trusted folks I’ve performed it for, I’ve nailed it.

But here’s the thing: now I need to do it again. In front of the people who are expecting it to be great. And my occasionally traitorous brain keeps whispering that it’ll all fall apart again, that I’ll short-circuit, and no one will see the hours I’ve put in. 

Logically, I know my brain is a terrible fortune teller. I have proof. I’m currently in a role that I absolutely love — one my brain swore up and down I wasn’t even close to good enough to land. 

And yet, that anxious little voice has been bouncing around in my head all day, growing louder while I juggle deadlines and a to-do list that feels like it’s trying to smother me. It’s one of those days where being me feels like a bit of a party… and not the fun kind. 

But I’ll show up tonight. I’ll trust the work I’ve done. And maybe remind myself that sometimes the biggest liar in the room is the voice in my own head.