How a Scared Girl with Imposter Syndrome Got on a Plane and Became the Queen
What Happens When You Bet on Yourself Even When You're Terrified
Oh queso, what happened was… a scared little girl with imposter syndrome got on a plane to Barcelona and became the unfuckwithable Queen of the Mother F'ing World. Let me tell you the tale.
- I was in the third verse of my own personal country song. I was strapped to a cubicle in a job that hated me as much as I hated it. I cried every day on the drive to work, and I ate my feelings like I was trying to win the 4th of July hot dog eating contest.
My boyfriend was trying to work things out with his wife that he hadn't "actually divorced", and falling into vaginas at work.
And as to protect the privacy of my family I won't share what was really happening, but let's just say my tractor had a murder plan for me.
One day my friend invited me to sling yoga. For two hours that Saturday I changed the channel.
I did not have a care in the world and vowed then and there that I would do whatever it took to change my tune.
Step one: Quit job. Hell, I was broke and miserable. If only one of those things changed it would be an improvement. I would live in abject poverty over utter despair any day. Plus maybe I could figure out how to monetize my life.
Step two: Throw his shit on the lawn. This was harder. I truly loved him. I still love him. But fuck you, if I'm going to be the Queen, jokers gotta go.
Step three: Do not let the tractor murder you. Again. For reasons I won't get into, there was a murder plan for me. Said planner was sleeping in my house. Committing felonies and stealing weapons. If I was ever going to sleep at night this needed to be dealt with.
I wanted to be Queen. I wanted to command a room. I wanted the world to know that you don't put Baby in the corner and you don't fuck with the Queen.
The morning I was set to leave for Spain I didn't want to go. If I hadn't spent all my money getting there I wouldn't have gone. I left myself no choice.
So I hopped on a plane. The first class of teacher training almost killed me. I didn't get through days I got through hours. What was I doing there with all of these talented, beautiful, way hotter than me people?
Yet somehow, the most amazing yoga people in the world told me I could do this.
At first I borrowed their belief in me.
I taught a class. Then two. Then more. Then opened my first studio. Then filled every class. Then inspired others to get their teacher training. Then opened a second studio. Then a third.
And I can't tell you the day I became the unfuckwithable Queen of the Mother F'ing World, but here I am.
I'm not perfect. I'm still kind of a mess, but when I see the after picture here I know for a fact that this version of me can change the world. And if a scared little girl with imposter syndrome can get on a plane and become the Queen — baby, so can you.
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What is Becoming Awesomer University? BAU is audacious self development for every woman who has ever been told she's too much and not enough in the same sentence. We dream medium dreams — because at our core we were always just right.
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How do you overcome imposter syndrome and bet on yourself anyway? You don't wait until you feel ready — you leave yourself no choice and get on the plane.
What does it mean to become unfuckwithable? It means you stop asking for permission to want the life you actually want and start building it one audacious decision at a time.
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