The imposter syndrome has been way too real the last week or so. I’ve mostly just been questioning whether I deserve my job title and how I compare to others in my field. I usually am confident that I’m good at what I do, but it’s hard when you’re in a spot where you’re not getting that affirmation from others. We’ve had a couple rough clients recently that I’ve given too much power to.
My boyfriend is a very heavy ‘fact’ guy. He looks at life in a logical way - I think he’d be an easy T (thinker) on the Meyer Briggs scale, while I know that I’m a cut and paste F (feeler). If Alex is ever making a decision, he goes straight to the internet to make sure he has all the necessary info. Then there’s me - I tend to do whatever my gut pulls me towards. …This even checks out rereading my post yesterday on superstitions. Superstitions is a total F on the Meyer Briggs.
Alex and I balance each other out in a great way because of this. When I spiral, absolutely lost in my feelings, drowning in imposter syndrome, Alex brings out the facts.
Larkin, look at this person’s website. She’s two titles above you. It doesn’t even compare to the work you’ve made. In the five minutes that I had been whirlwind panicking, he had calmly pulled up five different LinkedIn profiles.
And when Alex went down a rabbit hole of reddit forums on who gets in vs who gets rejected from the MBA programs he’s applied to, it’s me who reminded him of how great his interviews were and what a crapshoot the acceptances are.
Imposter syndrome feels a little less heavy when you rely on facts instead of the tricks your brain plays on you when your clients have you feeling less-than.