Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff & Other Things I’m Still Learning
Last weekend I finally watched Elvis. Even though I am a millennial, his music had a huge impact on my life.
I’m rarely sad that I moved away from my hometown, but the movie made me homesick because of my grandparents. It was the soundtrack of Saturday mornings — hymn, hymn, Elvis, hymn, hymn, Elvis.
Oh yeah, and my grandfather’s initials — which he proudly states — are E.P.
For most of this week, I missed the sounds of a whippoorwill to the backdrop of the sun setting over the hills. I romanticized what life would be like if I had stayed there. I thought about how convenient the familiarity would be and how much less alone I would feel if I hadn’t spent the last decade moving every two years, like the military demands.
Soon, I was stuck in a loop of feeling like a phony. I’m just a small-town girl who probably should’ve stayed home, out here claiming to be some kind of writer.
The Five Types of Imposter Syndrome
As if my journey into phony land from watching a movie wasn’t enough, last week I sent an email with a typo.
Is it ironice that I’m sending you this…
And then, some idiot on Twitter came at me, too (ironically over the word “too”).
If you’re curious, Grammarly has graciously launched an imposter syndrome quiz to find out which one you are. Wasn’t that thoughtful of them?
I’m a superhero type, according to their quiz. Go figure. The other four are:
The natural genius
Regardless of what most of the very loud, very marketing-focused people say online — everybody deals with imposter syndrome.
It’s human to the core.
Imposter syndrome is hard to battle because everything is so visible and immediate these days. Once it’s sent — it’s sent, the end.