tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post2094258906437624557..comments2024-02-24T15:58:56.712-08:00Comments on The Good Typist: Epic Fail!Kristen McHenryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467256747399406710noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-24225529164294173292010-02-22T14:24:12.873-08:002010-02-22T14:24:12.873-08:00You know, Kristen, one of the most satisfying thin...You know, Kristen, one of the most satisfying things I have ever done was to give into that part of me who feels like a failure and say, yeah, I am a failure. It took a helluva lot of work to really allow myself to go there but when I did I realized it was the fighting against that belief that hurt worse than the belief. When I allow that part of me just to be, it is so freeing. There is no place left but up, there are no expectations and, ironically, its an extremely creative place. And somehow I feel you know that as that poem you just created is beautiful. I especially like the lines of <br />"perhaps even<br />deaf from letting in the sky, or<br />better yet blind<br />from the wails of coyotes<br />who score<br />his naked desert."Jo-Ann Svenssonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03259745143188204566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-28058209660605303992010-02-22T06:57:05.954-08:002010-02-22T06:57:05.954-08:00"I think that what comes across as a terror o..."I think that what comes across as a terror of failure is actually a compulsive need to prove to myself that I'm not stupid, that I can function, that I can be normal, that I can handle whatever is thrown at me, that I can take it. I was considered a net loss pretty much at birth--I never learned how to truly succeed, so whatever successes I do rack up, I find impossible to take joy in. I can't internalize them. I can only sigh with relief, thinking that here's another bullet dodged, but next time--next time, my inherent incompetence will be revealed. I'm always just one step away from being exposed as the imposter that I am. They will find out all about me, the whole, terrible truth, and the gig will be up."<br />Wow, thats possibly the the best description of ME I've ever read!Artisan Lifestylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07793035377052027512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-16339573058829385772010-02-21T20:09:39.949-08:002010-02-21T20:09:39.949-08:00I know what you meant, Anon. You meant that I shou...I know what you meant, Anon. You meant that I should believe in myself. And I hope you know how much I appreciate that conversation. I've been seriously re-evaluating a lot my own attitudes since then. I'm just working some stuff through here. It's how I process best; by writing. I know I'm certainly not the only who feels like an imposter. <br /><br />Thank you for believing in me.Kristen McHenryhttp://thegoodtypist.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-16733417256941566192010-02-21T19:53:06.829-08:002010-02-21T19:53:06.829-08:00I did NOT call you an idiot. I mean whoever you&#...I did NOT call you an idiot. I mean whoever you're talking about I'm certain didn't say or mean that. And as for waking up EVERY day and worrying that you're going to be exposed as the imposter you are----welcome to the club. Everyone feels that way, there are just people who are lying to themselves or aren't smart enough to recognize it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com