(While it would be nice to think my Impostor Syndrome was cut down in the Senate chamber today, I’m pretty sure what I’m about to describe is but a temporary leave-taking. Hope your Ides of March passed smoothly!)
I realized in a conversation today that the other person was trying to impress me, was actually a little nervous talking to me. Me. And at first that made me want to laugh … because … well, you know, it’s me.
But then a thing happened.
I realized he was right: he should want to impress me. Because … well … it’s me. And I thought yes, he should be a bit nervous, too. There was no telling how I might respond to what he had to say after all.
That has certainly not happened before, that kind of all shall love me and despair moment. 😉
In truth, I think where I’m aiming is somewhere between the poster child for low self-esteem and the beautiful and terrible queen. But perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to walk around believing I’m stronger than the foundations of the earth. And all that.
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What a glorious moment! Bravo to you for slaying Imposter Syndrome, if only for awhile.
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Thanks! It’s good to know that Impostor Syndrome can be squashed. That was just a moment, but is maybe a hint of longer-term banishment!
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Here’s to owning the fierce and the fun, the wondrous and the wicked. . Contarary to the Bae-hive’s collective belief, she is not the sole owner of “bow down”‘
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Ha! 😉
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