The Imposter Complex prevents us from accepting our place at the table. Regardless of our expertise, we wonder if we’re ruses, fakes, actors and actresses pretending to fit into someone else’s roles . . .
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Our society loves to encourage us to “live life to the fullest—sometimes to the point that we might feel guilty or disappointed. As if we’re doing something wrong if we aren’t working at our dream job, traveling the world, skydiving, in a romantic relationship, etc.
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Unexpected seems expected. We exert energy and spend countless hours knocking on the doors of opportunities. A door opens, so we celebrate. But wait. There’s a glass door behind the first door. And surprise, surprise . . . there’s a screen door beyond the glass.
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Heartbreak comes when you least expect it, in ways often unimagined. It camouflages itself behind friendships ending in silence. It slips into your life as other names: Anxiety, adjustment, discomfort from a fresh start.
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Time is sparse. We often put creativity aside to make room for daily chores, job tasks and other responsibilities. However, writing doesn’t have to be limited to a few hours of laptop work. In fact, it is most effective when integrated into everyday duties.
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We’re all flawed and significant. We each face plot-worthy conflict, live vivid lives. We are main characters of our stories and supporting characters in the stories of others.
But there is more . . .
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Writing romance isn’t determined by your personal love story, rather how you are able to fall in love with the messed up, understated extensions of yourself.
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I spend so much time telling other people’s stories, I forget the art of telling my own. I undress for my characters but in front of the world, I remain a prude hidden behind “How To,” “Five Steps” and a teacher’s high-level vocabulary.
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Workplace Highlight for Nashville Laptop-Addicts
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Bondi Beach is my blogging destination for today. The wind is a fierce awakening. It whispers rumors of a coming storm and weaves my hair into a knot so ornate, I’ll have to soak it in conditioner tonight.
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