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3 Truths About Imposter Syndrome
One time she, Alice, asked how awesome it must feel to be on top of your game.
To be the one being asked to speak.
To be the one who has the ‘stuff’.
To be the one in a place where we all wanna be.
How awesome that must be and feel.
That’s what she really meant.
You know.
Alice.
And I said it kinda felt like riding a tiger to which she looked at me, wide-eyed as if suddenly I was a king. Like a glowing crown had suddenly materialized on my head.
No, she looked at me as if I was the king of the kings, and fuck I was riding a tiger too?
In actuality, this is what I meant.
…and
In actuality, this is what I said…to myself and in reality.
This is what I said to myself::: “I sure as shiite am on a tiger. You know it, Helen! Every day I wake up, of course with no alarm clock because those are possesions of mere mortals, and mount that sum’ bitch. When I walk down the aisles at the grocery store and even when I’m announced as a speaker on stage, I don’t even hold the tiger reins because my arms are outstretched so that I may receive all the glorious praise from non-tiger riders.
