Hey there. This is Jen, and I'm going deep today. Deeply vulnerable. Oprah once said,

I'm told by a friend of mine, that every single guest on her show asked her the same question.

Can you guess what it is? After the interview, every single guest asked her did i do okay and that makes me feel a little sad although

i know i would ask the same question we just want validation love and approval and this starts from

the time that were little kids i remember being raised on a farm in southwest Iowa.

My parents, Wanda and Dennis, had corn and soybeans, cattle and hogs.

We had a rooster named Red.

We had a goat at one time.

It was a blast.

We lived on this beautiful farm with almost no houses in sight, just green fields, and you can

look out and see hills with hay bales on them, and then rows of corn and blue sky, and we could

see the storm clouds rolling in from the west.

It was just stunning.

We worked really hard as kids. We would get up

and help with the hogs and we would walk beans and we would detassal corn sometimes. And it was a good

life. But also, my parents are of German and Danish descent, which means they're all about work and work ethic, and they

definitely taught us that. They're all about honesty. And I would say their third highest value is

that you do not brag and think too highly of yourself. So how did that play out for me in my

childhood? I don't know my brother's experience, but I suspect it's

somewhat similar. But for me, I feel like I was always seeking for love and approval. And I did have

love. It just wasn't verbalized in the way I would have preferred. My parents provided everything

we needed. My mom read us books every single night.

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