I’m an impostor.

Okay, so some would call it being mature and showing restraint. At work, it’s called being professional. Sometimes I just want to say exactly what’s on my mind. Sometimes I don’t want to watch my language.

I think this blog should stop being a place to be so diplomatic about things and become a place where I let my snark flag fly when I need it to fly. Not always. Probably not that often, really. But definitely sometimes.

Do you ever feel like an impostor?


Photo byΒ Lex SirikiatΒ onΒ Unsplash

Written by Sheila K

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

2 comments

  1. I’ve been thinking along the same lines lately, especially when it feels like I’m tip toeing around in my writing and I start trying to force topics.

    Ultimately, if I’m not able to communicate my truth then something has to change.

    My friend David said that if I’m not nervous about what I’m publishing, then it might not even be wirth publishing.

    Like

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