I take the plunge. I invite other women to join me. We form a new Courageous Girls group. We get about two steps in, and then I start to wonder, “Am I doing this right?” I look around. I observe. I consider that we’re all from different schools, different communities, different backgrounds. I realize we have fewer girls in our group than other groups before us. I realize our daughters aren’t sitting quietly; they aren’t participating. We didn’t get through the full lesson in our allotted time. I imagine it probably won’t work to do a 2-night retreat. I feel defeated.Moms are complaining. Moms are asking me hard questions. Moms are wondering if I really know what I’m talking about. Moms are doubting they can fully commit to something planned months out. Moms are wrestling with their own insecurity about their own adult relationships.This was not how it was supposed to go. Worry and self-doubt rise abruptly. Sometimes this all just feels — impossible. How is it going to work? Other leaders seem to have it all together.