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Got Imposter Syndrome?

The Art of Getting Over Ourselves

If you're creative, you know what it feels like when the Imposter Syndrome kicks in. Yesterday, I wrote an article, "What To Do If You Hate Yourself." Once the inspiration of my seat-of-the-pants writer kicked in, I sat down at my desk and let the words flow through my keyboard. After several edits, with the sun rising to warm the Arizona desert's dry, cutting, frigid air, I hit the publish button.

Then, I layered up before hopping into the seventh Subaru Outback I've owned life-to-date. I drove a half hour northeast towards Bartlett Lake and set up a practice session, unleashing the fury of a Smith & Wesson 9 mm carbine rifle I recently acquired. No, I'm not a hunter. But I love guns, target practice, and pretending I'm ready for the next Civil War if that ever happens.

After shooting my target for about forty-five minutes, I grabbed a trash bag from the back seat and picked up a fraction of the spent shell casings and other garbage humans leave behind. When I was done with my open desert gun range session and picking up as much garbage as my trash bag could hold, the sun rose over the mountain against which all conscious shooters shoot. It was 37 degrees, and as the sun warmed me, I lost a few layers before dropping into the cockpit of my car, Wu Wei, because all vehicles and bicycles I own have…