The Impositor Syndrome and a labour of love

[fuchs]

So here I am again. Fate handed me life like I always wanted it on a silver platter, about three levels of self confidence too high, and just like I always do, I didn't even pause to think but grabbed the chance and jumped up. Now I hang onto the silver platter for dear life and try not to move at all, lest I fall down again, maybe even lower than

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[dreamt]

oh wow. You really are unique, this post is amazing. ♥

[fuchs]

*squee* Thank you very much!! *_*

And, ahem, could you see the picture I built in there? ^^;;; I'm trying out the picture-service of google right now, and I think I did something wrong, yesterday... is it visible now?

[fuchs]

Möööp... *weiter dran rumbastel* Danke für die Rückmeldung.

[eliathanis]

No - you're not an impositor.
You're an amazing woman and you know, I think Steve would be very proud of you! As I am. Not for being amazing, but for this step towards consciousness you just took!
♥

[fuchs]

[vout]

[fuchs]

[pipolina]

das hat mich jetzt sehr berührt und beeindruckt und auch wenn ich glaub ich noch nicht alles verstanden habe, ist mein herz hier gerade sehr bei dir :)

[fuchs]

*sich riesig freu*

[elfy]

well, i think you poetic english is too high for me as well, in parts ;) it's like it happens often when i read your entries, afterwards i often feel as if i only got a part. but i guess thats me ;) i'm never quite sure how you *are* right now, maybe because of so much emotional information at once

[fuchs]

thanks or the comment! and btw: you've never been a reason to worry. you're one of the very few, precious people who always expect the best of people, not the worst. :*