BEING MYSELF
Reflections on truth, desire, kindness, and the freedom to be ourselves.
When Your Life Looks Right But Feels Wrong |
I was stuck on the Bay Bridge and sobbing.
My body had been trying to tell me something for years. That night, it stopped asking.
Traffic wasn't moving. My phone was dead. My son was at daycare waiting for me. Again.
And somewhere back in a conference room in the city I had just spent three days smiling in, there was a version of me still playing along.
The conference had gone well.
I said the right things. I laughed at the right moments. I was good at this. The salary said so. The stock options said so.
I was living the dream.
Except I wasn't.
Mar 24
Written By Anna Scott
I was stuck on the Bay Bridge, and I was weeping.
Not pretty crying. The kind that comes from somewhere you've been ignoring for a long time.
Traffic wasn't moving. My phone was dead. My son was at daycare waiting for me. Again.
And somewhere back in a conference room in the city I had just spent three days smiling in, there was a version of me still playing along.
The conference had gone well.
I said the right things. I laughed at the right moments. I was good at this. The salary said so. The stock options said so.
I was living the dream.
Except I wasn't.
She Already Knew
Yesterday I met with a woman who found me through my website. She wanted to talk about her career.
Within minutes, I felt my yes to her — a harmonic match I could recognize instantly. I wanted to support her.
I asked if she knew what she wanted.
At first, she told me she had been a fashion stylist, even tried working at Neiman Marcus. The words landed flat, like stale bread. Everything about that job was what she didn’t want.
Then she said it.
She wanted to be a screenwriter.
Pushing to Peace
I used to live in fear.
A fear so deep it had me pushing like a freight train up a mountain—all effort, all grit, no pause.
Sparks and smoke flew off of me, burning out my energy and scorching the people I loved.
I moved like a wild woman, driven by one core belief: I was alone.
My father had died.
My mother was surviving on the goodwill of my brothers.
The man I married was sick.
And somewhere in the quiet, I made a decision:
It’s up to me. I must do it all. I must hold it all.
Trying Something New -
Breaking the Pattern: From Imposter Syndrome to Self-Trust
Over the past year, I’ve been exploring intuitive work through psychic classes.
When I sit down to practice, images come to me—unexpected, subtle, often unclear.
At first, I questioned everything.
Was I making it up?
Was I doing it right?
That quiet inner voice crept in—the one that says:
“You’re not doing it right.”
“You’re not enough.”
It’s the voice of imposter syndrome, and it’s surprisingly loud.