Imposter Syndrome

Impostor Syndrome is something that I have struggled with for most of my life, however until taking this class I did not have a name for it. For the longest time, seventh grade at the least, I have compared my own work with that of others, both creatively and academically. On the academic side I gazed in envy of the smart kids in my class and how much more professional and well documented their work was thinking that I’d never be like that. Despite having a similar or in some cases higher grade average then said smart kids. That one diminished as time went on and I came to realize that everyone has various strengths when it comes to academics mine just happened to be brevity.

However a new problem began to arise soon after I discovered my love of writing and began pursuing it as a hobby and a possible job opportunity. Yet as I began to dig into that passion new problems arose as well as a little voice I liked to call my Inner Critic. The Critic, along with my own nervous brain, began to find fault in every little detail it could get its hands on. And while on occasion they were right, those instances held a minority in the long run. The majority option was that what I was doing would never hold up compared to other works already out there. Making every movie, book, and TV show a sick reminder of my inadequacies as I saw how more talented people were doing what I wished I could do. However that all came to a grinding halt senor year of high school when I came to a similar revelation to the academics problem. That being, everyone has various talents and a unique way of looking at things though media, some better then others, some more detailed, some more disturbing, but all different and special to that artist or team of artists.

So now I think of it as this, my work might not look like whats popular or whats been done, it might even not be as good, but at the very least its mine. And with that comes my own take and perception on the world that others may find enjoyable. I may never be as well known as JK Rowling or as prolific as Steven King but I can die happy knowing that my work is out in the pubic and brining enjoyment to at least one person on this planet.