A few weeks back, I was listening to colleague talk about their worries. It wasn’t long before they mentioned Imposter Syndrome. Perhaps you’ve had a visit from this irksome whisperer: they will find you out, they know you don’t know, everyone’s on it except you… It was mentioned in the Chams forum by Midnight, and that jogged my memory of the above.
Like many folks, I’ve felt the proverbial whisperings. When I’m writing this stuff, when I’m working with the team at work, or when I get ready in Lynn mode. Before heading out, my hand has waivered by the handle: am I ready to face the world? or who am I to lead a talk on being trans?
There are times when that doubt comes. Sure, maybe it keeps my feet on the ground, but left unchecked, it seems more interested in stopping me completely.
Frankly, Imposter Syndrome can knickers. Take a step back, take a deep breath, and raise the two fingered British salute, to that ne’er-do-well. 🙂 Bonus points if you blew a raspberry noise as you did so. 😀
The truth is, or perhaps more accurately, in this blogger’s opinion, most folk are winging it. They’re reacting oftentimes, or relying on their past to make sense of the future. In not judging here, I’m observing. Judging would be saying that anyone who says they’ve got a plan, hasn’t been poked in the ribs by reality. 😉
So flippancy aside, I think there’s a truth in the old film quote. That’ll do, Pig… Yes. Whatever you’ve tried your hand at, it’s a start. You’ve got something done and if it isn’t 100%, that’s okay. You have started and each step is an opportunity to learn and progress.
For me, I take a breath, turn the handle, and walk out. Sometimes you just gotta go. 🙂