8:10am, wrote a quick new note to send would-be IT partners or vendors, or whatever.  Still feeling that imposter thing.  How do I shake it… get out of the house, when you can.  Shower, shave, get to Stony Point Starbucks.

Start slow, I remind myself.  You’re just coming out of a long weekend, made even longer by the Enterprise director letting us essentially clock out at 2pm on Friday.

My 9 year-old son awake, moving, not overthinking anything just eager to devour the day.  That’s how I need to be.  This imposter thing is made up…