I retired on the 9 June this year. I said I was retiring to write full time. I reached a point where running someone else's company as the General Manager, really the COO, didn't leave enough time or energy to write. I was also a mother to a twenty one year old who was still financially dependent on me while at university and living at home. I was a dog mum. I was a partner in a relationship that was still fairly new but solid, fulfilling and supportive. Something had to give
Imposter syndrome and the question "Am I good enough?" sit in the same place for me. They show up at the same time. They feel the same in my body. They arrive every time I publish and every time I start something new.
