*Just* an Identity
For the last seven and a half minutes I’ve been staring at a blank page; not because I didn’t know what I wanted to write about but because I didn’t know how to start it. When I think about it, that concept is literally the bane of every person’s existence. We create these goals in our head, we know what we want to do but we have no idea how to get there. Recently I was talking with my roommate and somehow the whole idea of “Imposter Syndrome,” came up. I’d never heard of the term but I looked it up on the ever-legitimate Wikipedia and I quote, “a concept describing high-achieving individuals who are marked by an inability to internalize their accomplishments and a persistent fear of being exposed as a "fraud". I’d never heard a term to describe my adolescence so succinctly before. Since I was in elementary school I’ve felt like my intelligence was my identity. As I got older I came to realize I was not...