I lead workshops around the world encouraging people to get honest, vulnerable, loud. (Why, especially as women, are we so afraid to be loud or take up space?) In my workshops, I often ask: "How many of you feel like a fraud?" Almost the whole room raises their hands, usually.
It makes me wonder if it’s part of the human condition. I know that I feel less alone when those arms shoot up in the air. At some point we all feel like “*What the F am I doing? How did I get here? Why is anyone listening to me? me, of all people?*” You think therapists have it all together? Teachers? Parents? Anyone? Nope. Nopeville.
Most of us are treading water, figuring it out as we go along, doing our best not to be assholes.
Here’s some things that torment me:
I teach yoga and I barely do yoga.
I teach people to be vulnerable and I have the hardest time ever being vulnerable.
Most likely – you are not a fraud – you’re just a human being.
The more we acknowledge that we have no flippin’ clue – that we’re just here learning, day by day, putting one foot in front of the other – the more we shed the cloak of “*I’m such a fraud.*”
I do my best to live a congruent life. To be who I say I am, but some days I’m sitting all day on my butt on my sofa, eating salt and vinegar chips and peanut butter cups, watching Netflix, checking Instagram – and you know what? That’s ok.
I’m still good at what I do. I’m still a teacher. I’m still me.
Let’s let go of the b.s. ideas that say we have to be perfect. That’s what makes us feel like frauds. Perfect people make me want to barf in my own mouth. Here’s to being human and imperfect and enough.
I’d love to hear your thoughts below as to where you have ever felt like a fraud in your own life.