“Who am I to write a blog?”
“Why would anybody care what I have to say?”
“I’m not qualified to do this.”
Just some of the thoughts that swirl around in my head each week as I sit down to write.
Classic imposter syndrome.
I’ve written before about how I think it’s actually a good thing; i.e. sign we’re acting with a growth mindset.
It’s my assertion that we all suffer from it, but we just don’t often talk about it.
And so here I was, thinking I’d done a good job at articulating this.
Here I was thinking I’d done a good job at leading by example and embracing my imposter by writing about it and calling myself out.
Then a friend* pointed out there’s a way to make my point clearer.
To do the thing that makes my imposter scream even louder.
*I’m now questioning said friendship, such is the sick feeling this post has induced.