The Impositor Syndrome and a labour of love

[fuchs]

So here I am again. Fate handed me life like I always wanted it on a silver platter, about three levels of self confidence too high, and just like I always do, I didn't even pause to think but grabbed the chance and jumped up. Now I hang onto the silver platter for dear life and try not to move at all, lest I fall down again, maybe even lower than

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[elfy]

well, i think you poetic english is too high for me as well, in parts ;) it's like it happens often when i read your entries, afterwards i often feel as if i only got a part. but i guess thats me ;) i'm never quite sure how you *are* right now, maybe because of so much emotional information at once.
i'm happy for what happened in london and good you enjoyed your time there! and good luck or rather viel erfolg with the translations, i'm sure it's a fantastic opportunity! but for example, what i not really got, how is the job at the university going? is it okay besides the intimidating visits from the old prof? what exactly is it that you have to do there? just curious :) and: does it now work all out, as you hoped and planned, financially i mean? i really hope so! i know how evil the burden is to be dependant on someone at something like this :-/
all in all: i hope i'm never a reason to worry about how to write an entry. even if i might not get everything, in the end it's your journal and like you said yourself, you do it for yourself, not for us. which is in my opinion the best way to go about this.
also: i can see the picture, just saying, because dreamt seems not to see it?

[fuchs]

thanks or the comment! and btw: you've never been a reason to worry. you're one of the very few, precious people who always expect the best of people, not the worst. :*