Drive

I live in the land of work.

That glorious space between grit, grime and grace.

A place I thrive and a place where somedays I can’t put two good sentences together because someone or something has worked the last nerve I was saving for a ‘special’ occasion.

I work in my home. I work on my home. I work in my job. I work on my job. I work in my business. I work on my business. I know how to work.

I’m good at it. As a matter of fact, I’m great at it.

I often hear people talk about “flow.”

Flow is this place of freedom and abundance. A place where there are lollipops and orchids (don’t hate.. it’s my favorite flower.) In this space I’m supposed to be living my best life. This is where I share the good times and I’ve got the Instagram post to prove it.

There are days when I’m on top of the world, excelling at everything I touch, yet this weekend brought me to a different place.

The drive to belong is a destructive weapon in our lives and can lead us away from our purpose.

“Those who have a strong sense of love and belonging have the courage to be imperfect.”

brene brown

I find myself healing from a painful reminder of what happens when Imposter Syndrome shows up. That familiar voice that sounds very familiar. It reminds of lessons I was supposed to learn. It questions my motives and intentions. It tells me so many lies.

Until I’ve had enough, she taunts and nips at my ankles like the ferocious chihuahua at my father’s home.

Its funny though. The reminder was quickly replaced with hope as the days went by. I recognize this voice and I had to tell her that she wasn’t welcome in my space.

The question I’m asking myself is “Am I making the most of every opportunity?” There’s a reason why she showed up and I will find out why.

The lessons we don’t learn, we repeat. When we don’t understand our true value and identity, they are harder. We have more to lose.

Do you understand who you are here in this time and space in life? What are you meant to do?

Over the next few blogs, I’m going to explore how Imposter Syndrome and I have gone to battle in my business and how I know the war has only just begun.