I just read a Stack written by a gent with all the right credentials—the degrees, the titles, the followers. Twenty thousand of them, to be exact.
He was writing about imposter syndrome, and at first, I soaked it up the way I used to—like a sponge.
But right after I read his well-structured, credential-backed breakdown of what imposter syndrome is and how to find your authentic self, I felt two things:
First: Ugh. What does this make me?
I’m out here throwing out ideas about living your best life, and I don’t have his letters behind my name. And, I certainly don’t have his follower count.
Should I feel like an imposter?
Second:
Naw. No, I don’t think the women who work with me think of me as an imposter at all. Because I’m telling the truth of a woman who’s lived through some wild, hard, glorious, messy life—and am still here!
I figured things out the hard way. I healed what could be healed.Still building. Still creating. Still dreaming.
And here’s what struck me, as I read his Stack:
So much of that kind of self-help content—no matter how well-meaning—starts to smell like codependency. Like “Follow me, buy from me, let me lead you to the dream life… but not quite. Not all the way. Stay on the hook. Stay in the loop.
No thank you.
If you’re here because you like my stories—some personal, some not—welcome.
If you’re here because something in you stirs when you read my words, because you feel the nudge in your soul, let me make you this promise:
I will point. I will witness. I will share the terrain I’ve walked.
But I will never be another crutch in your endless quest for improvement.
Because this isn’t about improvement.
This is about liberation.
There is no finish line. That’s the lie.
The point of life is not to cross some line and fall down exhausted, saying,
“Whew, I did it. I’m done.”
No.
The point is to live as explorers. To engage with your own curiosity.
Not survivors. Not finishers.
But bold, rule-breaking explorers of joy, pleasure, and your own damn truth.
I’m not done. Neither are you.
Here’s a wonderful example: My home was filled with furnishings I brought with me from my home in Louisiana. None of it was mine, it was all part of my parents life, not mine. While many pieces were beautiful and certainly held sweet memories, it just did not suite me. It was dark, and I wanted a light filled space that reflected who I am. MY TRUTH . Not who they were. So I set out to do something about that. I simply made a decision, but not once thought about nor focused on the “ how”. I simply said, I want my home to feel like a sanctuary. Not a moseleum to those I have loved and now gone. I gave my desire to the benevolent universe and moved onto the next painting.
About two weeks later, happenstance brought me face to face with an exciting opportunity; a means to begin creating my beautiful living space. It turns out that a previous retail tenant of the building in which I reside left behind this beatuiful bookcase- and the owner of the building asked me would I like to have it in my apartment! Oh snap! Yes indeed, and thank you. In a matter of a few days all the old dark wood book cases were removed ( and most of the old grungy books ) and the stunning white new book case was put in its’ place. The universe supplied my desire complete with two new pink occcasional chairs to round out the placement. For me, this was and is heavan.
HOW? I taught myself to make my relationship with my soul my number one priority. Day in and day out. This for me was the cornerstone of all that I needed to create my daily life that suits me. This is not about rituals, althought ritual serve a useful prupose. This was about simply being still. Short periods of time in which I merely sit, with my eyes open and breath. I max out at about the 2 minute mark, not pushing to go futher. Simple 4 counts of breath in, hold for 4 counts and breath out for 4 counts. I can do it while washing dishes or simply sitting on the side of my bed. I can do it while taking my daily walk about. The only thing I HAVE to do is to remember to do it! There were no big aha moments, nor any whoo-hoo moments, instead I felt a certain level of peace and contement. With those two, my mind was then freed from obsevive thoughts that always lead to nowhere. Now I could use my mind to actually create something that holds meaning for my life.
Now I could be curious and ask, “ what’s next?” knowing I’d be guided to the right answer.
At this time in my life, I wake up daily to the quiet wonder of a benevolent universe.
Surprises, provisions, little signs that I’m right where I’m meant to be.
It’s not magic.
It’s alignment with your bestie - your SOUL!
And you know what?
You might just surprise yourself—when you start showing up for the life that’s been waiting for you.
Join me in this journey.
Let’s see what the universe has up its sleeve for you next.