Insecure Persons Anonymous.

Hello. My name is Ruth and I am an insecure person. That's right, folks, and I'll even blog about it which kinda makes me feel pretty secure about my insecurity but maybe it just means I'm really insecure because I have to talk about it. Like, right now, I'm questioning whether I should post this blog because I feel insecure about my secure announcement of my insecurity.

Just from today:
1. I dropped my Fresca can on my foot and then remembered that people at work make fun of my drinking Fresca every day for lunch... cool people don't drink Fresca.
2. My students noticed 4 terms I left off the test... eeek. Ms. Vann does not have her act together.
3. My button fell off my shirt today. Then I sewed it back on while I kept on teaching.
4. No one told me today that the back of my head had major cow licks from sleeping on it funny.
5. I ranted to the 8th grade about how hard it is to discipline them instead of just doing it.
6. I tried to teach a girl in my craft class how to knit a hat and totally went blank.
7. I had a meeting with my boss where I suddenly became aware of how often I was using the word "like" and then was so stuck on my unprofessional, un-classical education language that I just ceased being able to communicate altogether.
8. Dang it! I ran out of soy sauce. I forget things like that because I drink Fresca.
9. The 6th graders didn't really like the snack I brought them. Apparently, no one likes raisins anymore.
10. I forgot the verb in a sentence on the overhead. By now, I'm having trouble laughing it off.

Too insecure to admit the worst of it... just take my word for it...

My diagnosis: Insecurity
My treatment program: A large dose of reminding myself not to take myself so seriously, internal exercises on the value of me, commitment to ending the cycle of insecurity, cleansing of the silliness of the lies I love to hold and pet lovingly, ... and no more Fresca.