What is truly unrealistic is to doubt my own best efforts in the work that I love
During my eighth grade graduation, I gave my first public speech. I was the class valedictorian. Unfortunately, this was the first time that I felt like I did not belong in my position.
On that day, my hands were unbelievably sweaty. My hair, that I fought with for hours with a straightener, curled and frizzed more with each nerve-wracking minute.
I look back on the speech and only remember my stomach drop when I heard my voice reverberate on the microphone. The celebration came to a close but feeling like a fake in my own life did not pass.
In a Time article, psychologist Audrey Ervin defined people who experience imposter syndrome as anyone with an inability to, “internalize and own their successes.”
The topic of imposter syndrome is as vast as the diverse group of people who experience it. The feeling may linger in the background or it may even present itself during a routine work task.
In college, I joined the USC Student Assembly for Gender Empowerment (formerly the Women’s Student Assembly). Here, and in many associations for underrepresented identities around the world, there exist avenues for talking about and healing from imposter syndrome.
Fast forward to about two months ago and the start of my Google Ads campaign. I received a promotional code to set up an advertisement for my brand new poetry content management system.
“Fun! A little experiment in futility,” I thought. I imagined that I would set up the campaign, run through the free credits, and not much else.
In hind sight, I should not have treated any campaign attached to my payment information with the recklessness of a Roller Coaster Tycoon player on sandbox mode.
I had no idea that people would actually click on the ad. Even worse, I had no idea that once people were on my site they might try to subscribe to my paid content. The subscribe button is not even set up to handle any data!