This entry is an act of defiance.
The voice in my head tells me that no one needs another email, that I’m just some dude in a small town and hey, who really gives a shit what I have to say? If I really mattered, if my words carried any weight, wouldn’t I have been scooped up by the Department of Important People by now?
That’s impostor syndrome for you. It’s a killer. Followed to its end, it would prevent us all from doing much more than breathing. We certainly wouldn’t try.
When the voice gets too loud, when I start worrying about even putting the key into the lock that opens my gym for business, I do two things. One is easy, the other a bit harder, but just as worthwhile:
First, I tune out negative thoughts and negative people. I get religion about it and I say that I’m not doing this todaaaaay. (Thanks Whitney.) Social media goes bye bye for a bit and I go play with my dog.
Second, I act as if. What if I were, like, the most successful gym owner/writer/weightlifter/whatever in the world and was about to do the thing that’s spooking me now?
I act as if and I dare to be myself. I dare to try. I dare to maybe, just possibly, succeed. As if I were already a success.
Whatever’s getting in your way? Act as if. You might already be the person you think you’re supposed to become.