This post was not on our regularly scheduled program of topics. However, over the past couple of weeks, I’ve felt a pull deep down in my spirit to acknowledge my village (and when the Spirit moves, well…). It could be because I’m hitting that mid-semester wall and could really use the comfort of my bestie, a 1705 couch, and a glass of moscato (or chocolate wine). It might be that I spent time with my mom this weekend and she really helped put some things in perspective for me. Or it could be the fact that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all of the things that are dangers to Black folks in America and how quickly I could lose any one of the people closest to me because of that. Whatever the case may be, I’ve felt compelled. So here it goes.
I’m sure that by now it is news to none of us that another unarmed Black man and a protester were killed by police officers this week. If you are anything like me, you were the farthest thing from numb when you heard the news. This week my heart bled. There were several moments where I turned to loved ones with tears in my eyes and declared, “I just can’t anymore.” But the truth is I can. I must - or at least that’s what I’ve been told.
I recently realized that I am my biggest opponent and that I have a severe case of imposter syndrome. I find it to be quite paralyzing. For those who may not know, imposter syndrome (my interpretation of it) is when you feel like a fraud that will be exposed at any moment even though you’re constantly slaying the game.
Far too often I have stopped myself from pursuing professional ventures because I didn’t feel like I was good enough.
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Two Black women navigating the world of academia. Read about how Tiffany & Autumn discuss (and bring levity to) issues of education (both secondary and higher) in America. .