An accomplished pilot
I like to think of myself as a comic artist. Unlike Chuck, I don’t know if I would use the term “accomplished” to describe myself though. But that’s an interesting question, isn’t it? When is someone “accomplished” anyway? It’s one of those things where you know when someone is it, and you know when someone isn’t, but you have no idea where the line is in between.
Has anyone of you heard of the term “impostor syndrome”? Apparently it’s quite common, especially for successful people, to feel like they could be found out as a “fraud” at any given moment. I sure know I felt like that more than once. If you follow the “fake it till you make it” strategy in whatever area of your life, maybe that feeling is bound to come up eventually.
After 15 years, I have somehow become comfortable calling myself a comic artist. But recently, after becoming a father, I have had that “impostor” feeling again. It’s shocking how much responsibility you can sign up for with no test for capability, sanity or financial stability. And at the beginning, I felt sorry for my son for having to put up with such an amateurish dad. But as the years go by, I think I am getting the hang of that role too. Although the next curve ball is just around the corner, I can feel it.