For years, I believed that other people were “the authority”, and I was always wrong. I somehow managed to apply this theory to all people, from children to grumpy old men or politicians to teachers. If someone spoke with authority, I gave it to them.
Eventually I learned that giving authority to people caused me more problems than my 20-year-old car.
Today I’m sharing a short story about a day when I realized my worth, as a guest post for my friend, Jermaine Lane. In celebration of Women’s History Month, he’s hosting a month of posts written by women. I’m thankful to Jermaine for encouraging me to share this story, and I hope you enjoy it.