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…