I know I’m tough. I know how much I can take. I’ve taken hard hits to the face. I’ve turned the other cheek and felt those punches on both sides. I’ve been sucker punched and kidney punched, too. I’ve been a human punching bag. I’ve been up against the ropes and backed into the corner. I’ve had some brutal battles and I keep getting back up.
I have a tenacious opponent who has come after me for too many years. She waits for my weakness to show and then she lurches. I’m quick and agile so I’m able to bob and weave and sometimes manage to hit back hard, but I’ve never been able to knock her out.
She is me. It’s too easy to beat myself up. I fall for it more than I care to admit. I am my own worst enemy.