The Only Imposters I Know are Under Age Two
And, wow, they’re the worst.
This one? Nope. Doesn’t become a parent safety educator. They figure out how to cheaply reduce friction-generated heat in tires and are awarded U.S. Patent № 85736278189242183838. They retire at 33 after putting Goodyear Tire & Rubber Company out of business.
This one? Never. I mean never has any more association with the sea or with water (or sand!!!) for that matter. Even while living in Queens from 2030 to 2050, in Maui from 2050 to 2060, and in Chicago after that.
Her? Successfully bans plastics.
This one? Simultaneously yearns for a vampire cameo on Netflix and farms cute sheep in Scotland, while donating her time to a local organization that preserves cultivation methods of heritage plants for dye making. OK, yes, this one is not an imposter.
Tennis line judge.
Writes book on lying flat. Not that lying flat. Like literally. On hard surfaces. And makes $20 million.
Develops austere Italian-made clothing line and a popular muted palette for exterior paints called Without Joy. Also — never talks to her mother or grandmother again.
Keeps to himself and works on boats. Small boats. Not big boats.
This perfect, calm child everyone loves to babysit? Boldly fixes things. Just about everything, actually.
Solves insomnia. Hates meditation and never takes a vacation.
OK, you caught me with this one. He does become a night show host.
Tell me about a baby picture of you and what came true (or not).
And while you’re at it, knock that gremlin off your shoulder (yessssss, that one!) and figure out how to manufacture those graham-cracker-coated marshmallows you know people will love!
Or go send that proposal you wrote last week but didn’t send (yes, I saw you do that).
Or stay exactly where you are and don’t let yourself do anything else until you come up with ONE good reason why you’re so special that you get to be an imposter over the age of two.
Quickly, you’ll realize if you want to leave your chair you’ll have to accept you’re just plain ol’ wrong. The worst that can happen when we believe we can fly (oh, wait! bad example!). Let’s go with this instead: The worst that can happen when you decide to believe you are an artist, a project manager, a cartoonist, a singer, a great accountant, a leader … is that you will free up more energy to do the dang thing you want to do. And you will gain more information on what to do next.
Why are you still here? Go DO it.
