Literally everyone is doing it in one way or another. Faking confidence, faking knowledge, faking being OK all the time. You aren’t falling behind—everyone is just really good at pretending they know what they’re doing and have their shit together.
Just found one of these in my childhood bedroom. I remember being entranced by the photos in these books. I wanted so badly to step into the pages and enter each little world.
A poem by Emily Dickinson. This is my grandma’s favorite poem which makes it mine too. She knows it by heart and has recited it to me for as long as I can remember
