I don’t think the imposter feeling ever goes away
The only way to regain control is to do.
Do. Do. Do. Do.
I know this feeling too well.
We capitulate. Think. Strategize. Plan. And when it’s time to do, we freeze.
What if they find out that we’re not as good as they think we are?
Here we are, with you posting another piece of your mind that would probably outlast you.
😁
A piece you can look back at in decades and smile (or laugh).
A piece your grandchildren will potentially read and find out what their grandma was like at a younger age.
What if you did something like this every day for the rest of your life?
Something that would outlast you.
Even the syndrome can’t wipe that legacy.
Courage, mon ami. You’ve got this!
