Last October, I was struggling with—among other things—a bad case of Imposter Syndrome. I was writing these essays about creativity, mindfulness, and confidence, but ya'll I wasn't feeling creative, mindful, or confident. I was making art, but I was feeling like poop.
And so, the imposter thoughts came on strong: "Who am I to write this essay? I haven't …
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