And just like that, it’s back to school.
This morning, my 13 year son headed off into Year 9 with a huge grin on his face and I couldn’t help but marvel at his cool headedness. He’s taking on the new year with a sense of curiosity and enthusiasm which is both inspiring and humbling.
It got me thinking of my ‘back to school’ experiences. I remember feeling a big bag of nerves, anxiously worrying about making new friends, if old friends would still want to hang out and wondering if I’d be smart enough to manage the latest maths homework. What a bundle of unnecessary worries to have on young shoulders.
When did my inner imposter arrive, and when will it ever leave?!
It’s a question I have been mulling over quite a bit this week. Thinking that at 49, I still carry self doubt and a few insecurities from my childhood years. It seems ridiculous, as I throughly enjoyed my school years. I guess the difference now is that I now know I can reshape my self-perception and reframe the narrative.
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