I have it. I know I have it. And I pretend that I don’t. I try to be brave and this forward 21st-century thinking woman. I try to inspire other women to take ownership of their accomplishments and their achievements. I tell them they’re wonderful, they’re talented they’re amazing. All the the in the back of my mind, I’m wondering if…I am.
For the past 10 years, I’ve started a lot of “ventures” that have failed. I proudly called them failures. I’m comfortable with failing. Because it has yet to deter me from starting another project or pursuing another opportunity. In fact, I have two business ideas in the pipeline right now. Despite my many failures before that. I can own my failures. I can own my mistakes, no matter how painful. I can admit I screwed up. But no matter how often I try to be better, work harder, work smarter, I struggle with owning… my….successes or wins.
I’m afraid to call them that. I’m afraid — well, maybe afraid is the wrong word. I’m apprehensive to owning my successes and wins. Something about claiming my wins makes me accountable for more wins. Or to explain how I won or why I thought I won. And I don’t have those answers. I call totally map out why something went wrong, but I struggle with explaining why something went right.
But I want you to have that, though. That feeling like you’re faking your wins even though you’re really winning. I’m working on owning my wins, regardless of their size. And I want you to do the same. That is, if you’re in the same boat as me. I’m mean, we’ve heard this term before — “impostor syndrome” — but how many of us can openly admit it? Want to admit it? Upset that it applies to us at all?