Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Impostor syndrome seems to me to be a common affliction among successful women. Even the thought of calling myself a “successful woman” makes me bristle and feel like I’ve put some kind of jinx on myself.

Although I can see, objectively, that I’ve accomplished a lot and that I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am, my stupid, fragile sense of self-esteem will not allow me to accept that. I fear that allowing myself to experience a sense of pride or accomplishment will make it all go away. I’m convinced that every job I do will be my last and soon, I’ll be found out for the talent-less fraud that I really am.

This year, I’m no longer trying to be a ‘new me’ — I want to be happy with who I am

A desire to change needs to come out of a place of love for yourself, not self-loathing

I can’t fix the global waste problem, but here are small steps I am taking to be more sustainable

Individual efforts may seem trivial, but don’t get discouraged

I dared to go gray — and have felt both shame and pride

In the end, the awkward transition was worth it