Women often tell me that they envy my confidence, in a good way, while I am always astounded by the lack of confidence in women that I meet.
Am I confident? I believe I am.
I was raised by a single mother who was, though a product of her time, a professional and "glass-ceiling" breaker. Despite constant judging and disappointing responses from her own family and society (also products of their time), she always did her best to both protect her four daughters and encourage them to be strong women in hopes they would have better lives.
As a constant observer at an early age, and a big history buff, I understand more than most, and probably better than any of my sisters, just how hard my mother struggled.
That is not to say I do not have my own "inner-demons" of self-doubt - after all, I too am a product of the time and place I grew up.

