Some of my first lessons in confidence started on a boat before sunrise.

Long before titles, plans or platforms, the water was teaching me who I was.

Before I had words for confidence, I had a boat ramp at Pumicestone Passage and a grandmother who just handed me a rod.

She never sat me down and gave me a lesson. She just showed me what was possible. Turned out that was everything.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about where we actually learn to trust ourselves. For me it started on the water, before sunrise, watching my feet for stonefish.

The full story is in this week’s post.