Hello ‘imposter syndrome’, my old friend.

A little over a week away from The Big Move and there are about three million things running through my head.

What clothes can I still get rid of? Have I read enough? Where’s my checklist of things left to do? Does my student bio for my cohort sound dumb?…the list goes on. Chief among these questions is one that literally seems to be keeping me up at night:  am I actually cut out for this?

The Imposter Syndrome™, ladies and gents, is rearing its ugly head again and you know what? I have no solution for it. We could debate all day about why it exists and attacks you – probably some version of the patriarchal double standard in my line of work and a good dose of self-induced gaslighting is part of my equation – but regardless I would say most 20-somethings have felt this crippling phenomenon.

One day you’re leading your team, teaching and training and researching. Everything clicks and works in precision and you are on top of the world. The next you spend your morning struggling with the coffeemaker, feeling uninspired, questioning if you’d even make is as a barista, let alone at anything else. Are you as smart as you think you are? Or is it all a myth you created in your own version of reality?

What’s worse is we all know the omnipresent toxic office “expert” type:  the self-important person who thinks they are great when really they aren’t. They are so out of touch with reality and no one really questions them, but talks behind their back (I also think this is a toxic piece of business/professional culture, but I digress.) You’re thinking ‘Is that me? Am I that one?’

Then, if it weren’t enough, we’re hurled into the cycle again because if we are asking these questions in the first place, surely we can’t possibly be that team member so out of touch with reality. If we’re questioning ourselves and our abilities, then surely we’re just being healthy and practicing good professional growth.

Well, yes and no. Reflection and adaptation are important parts of professional development, but you can go too far. Everyone makes mistakes, makes the wrong call, has failures, but not everyone learns from those failures.

To be honest, I don’t have any more answers than anyone else does on this, except that while The Imposter Syndrome™ is natural, you can’t let it control you. Fears are valid, but so is pride in your own abilities and no one is perfect. I think sometimes this is a more difficult lesson to internalize for women – again harking back to toxic masculinity and sexism in the workplace – but it’s an important one.

And on that note, I’ll return to panicking about packing.

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The Devil’s in the Details

My God is there a truer phrase in the English language?

Seven weeks and counting until I pick up my life and move halfway around the world. It’s exciting, no? Except all I can think about are the applications, the car I need to sell (and have sold officially, today), the deposits, the reading list I haven’t completed enough of yet, if my bags are still good enough to make it another transatlantic go around, if I have the right kind of boots, what is my coat situation, etc….

For me, planning has always come second nature.

My mind is running in circles. For me, planning has always come second nature. I’m not an easily shaken person, but I have to have a plan in place. I don’t even mind when things deviate from the plan, but my mantra is to alleviate any potential issues before they become issues. You can’t predict for everything – and in my ripe old age of twenty-four I’ve come to realize that – but you can plan for a lot and I typically do this to a fault. I have spreadsheets for everything. I have spreadsheets for my spreadsheets.

But, it is so easy to get so caught up in the planning and panic and not enjoy the moments.

Seven weeks is not a long time, and I have a lot to plan in those seven weeks, but I also have a lot to cherish and enjoy.

Seven weeks is not a long time, and I have a lot to plan in those seven weeks, but I also have a lot to cherish and enjoy. I have built such a beautiful network of friends and supporters and I wish I had the time to spend with each and every one of them. They are what makes this leaving bittersweet. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for me, but you’ll find when you travel and live in many different places that you’ll always be missing somebody, somewhere.

Undoubtedly I will get to Oxford and will be missing something important that my mother will then have to mail to me. I will also undoubtedly be cursing myself for something that would have been easier had I planned a little better before I left. But at the end of it all, you can only plan so much. The devil is in the details because sometimes the details can steal your joy.

Don’t let the stress of planning steal from you the joy of the experience that comes with it.

Seven weeks and counting, and I commit to not allowing the planning to overtake the excitement of this wonderful time in my life. I would argue this is applicable to so many situations we find ourselves in, whether that’s planning for a wedding, a baby, a new house, etc. So I leave you with this:  If I have any decent advice to give about big life changes, don’t let the stress of planning steal from you the joy of the experience that comes with it.