completely uncynical and not sarcastic post (which is totally antithetical to my irishness) but sometimes i can't believe i get to make up stories for a living
like, i am so so so lucky to be able to do this
just me and my weird little brain coming up with my weird little stories
which is equally matched by the soul-crushing terror that someone will tap me on the shoulder and say 'ma'am, you shouldn't be here'
imposter syndrome while simultaneously believing in yourself is WILD
Imposter syndrome is such a bastard. Hate it. Absolutely hate. You tell yourself rationally that plumbers, teachers or cashiers don’t go through this dumb wringer, still doesn’t stop it creeping back in like a lizard in your brain.
