Sometimes I feel like I suffer from Impostor Syndrome, and I feel all, “I don’t know how I got here and it must be some sort of stars in weird alignment phenomenon”.
And then sometimes I take on the advice of pop psychologists and just tell myself to fake it till I make it. I repeat it to myself like a mantra. Dream, believe, achieve, succeed.
And these two are such opposing theories that it makes me want to lie down, take a nap, get up, eat some Cookies and Cream ice cream (has to be the Connoisseur brand), watch 4 hours of Friends, and then go back to bed again.
In my heart of hearts, though, I believe you are who you say you are. I don’t want to think of myself as an impostor.
I just don’t want to live life like this: