Lately, I've been dealing with a lot of this "imposter syndrome" stuff. Granted, Life has been throwing me some nasty curve balls lately, but it seems like the longer I go at this and the more success I achieve, the less I feel I deserve it. Not only that, but the goalposts I've set for myself keep moving farther away from me...it's like playing croquet with the Queen of Hearts. I was hoping that 30 would be The Year of the Confident Woman, but it feels more The Year I Felt Like I Sucked Even Though Evidence Suggests Otherwise.
So I'm tucking this in my back pocket, friends. Maybe I'll read it once or ten times a day.