As I’ve been contemplating the coming year, I find myself playing with words. Strong words. Joyful words. Inspiring words. Words to rebrand this personal journal. Words that reflect my desire to make the most of 2016, to claim my power and to reject the unconscious biases of others that too often have me questioning myself and my motivations.

Puttering around the house this afternoon, thoughts and words swirling through my mind, I found myself singing “what’s wrong with being confident. . .”

Looking the song up later, I found more than the chorus resonating with me:

It’s time for me to take it
I’m the boss right now
Not gonna fake it
Not when you go down
Cause this is my game
And you better come to play

I used to hold my freak back
Now I’m letting go
I make my own choice
Yeah I run this show
So leave the lights on
No, you can’t make me behave

So you say I’m complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you’ve had me underrated

What’s wrong with being confident?

This year, the answer is going to be – nothing. Nothing at all.