Someday I’d love to create a beautiful garden oasis in the backyard of my own home. The funny thing is, I don’t know much about gardening. I have never had a garden, nor did my parents have one in my home growing up. My dad did buy me a tomato plant once and I did my best to take care of it, but sadly it died after producing only a few tomatoes:( Often I hear those who garden talk about weeding—something that’s extremely important for the life of the garden, but a task that is not so fun for the gardener. If left unattended, weeds steal nutrients from plants, inhibiting them from reaching their full potential. I find that insecurities are much like weeds; they choke life out of us, killing our dreams and inhibiting us from becoming all that we are meant to be. These past couple months, I have been on a journey of rediscovering who I am. Let’s just say, I had to do some “weeding” in my own life. My insecurities had began to consume me. Now some might say, “that’s life, we all have insecurities.” And I would have to agree. Yes, we are all human and are susceptible to insecurity. However, there is a difference between having an insecurity and allowing your insecurity to have you. My insecurity had me!