The Imposter, The Inner Critic and The Chihuahua

Ugh! As if the raging hormones wreaking havoc with my body and mind weren’t enough, I’ve found myself grappling once again with my old friend, imposter syndrome.

Imposter syndrome is hard to deal with at any time, but when you are trying your very best to get through the day without crying over the most minor thing and the added pressure of that inner critic b*stard feeding off of that, constantly telling me I’m just not good enough. It’s crippling.

Yet, amidst the chaos of perimenopause, there’s a glimmer of silver lining, I’ve rediscovered my stubborn determination. It’s a trait that seemed to have vanished for much of my adult life, but its timely return is a welcomed ally.

On those days when I am crying or feel like utter crap, I can feel my vicious inner chihuahua just frothing at the mouth to be to break free from its confines.

With each passing day, as my mood dips and rises, that scrappy little dog within me grows stronger, ready to pounce at the first sign of doubt, propelling me forward before the inner critic can even muster a response.

I was stuck on how to move my business forward. I had made some time in my diary to work on improving Clare H Writes, but now that the time had come, I had no idea which next steps to take. Do I work on my website…