Lessons in Adulting: Imposter Syndrome


When you’re a baby, no one shames you for not speaking English. Or any language besides cooing and burbling. {Actually no one should shame anyone for not speaking English, but that’s neither here not there! Heck you, xenophobes!} So why is it that once you you pass through the invisible doorway to presumed adulthood, are we suddenly expected to know everything!

It’s like I’m reviewing a book in a genre I’ve never read. Like I’m writing an instruction manual for a device I’ve never used, seen, built or even heard of. I’m a first-time adult.

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