tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post1952020626820750202..comments2018-10-26T00:01:13.332-07:00Comments on Confessions of an Aspiring Novelist: I’m An ImpostorKarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14524311110150258457noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-72275008037043158552011-03-24T14:14:37.760-07:002011-03-24T14:14:37.760-07:00Wow, thank you!Wow, thank you!Karynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14524311110150258457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-68551099872721713622011-03-24T08:07:52.094-07:002011-03-24T08:07:52.094-07:00Oh I've had those dreams. I hate them! In fact...Oh I've had those dreams. I hate them! In fact, I had one last night where I was hanging out with a bunch of people and couldn't find my clothes. Weird for sure.<br /><br />Thanks for the comment on my "Boldness" post. Adjusting to new situations is hard, even when the new situation is a good one (I'm a walking example of that). But you're strong, you can do it! Heck, anyone who can be a nurse is strong. I'm not squeamish, but there is no way I could be a nurse. I seriously admire people like you :D<br /><br />You go girl! You can do it!<br />JenJenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06683486631901017529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-27501477250809453282011-03-22T14:11:00.119-07:002011-03-22T14:11:00.119-07:00Akseli, that's awesome. I guess I can just go...Akseli, that's awesome. I guess I can just go around pretending then, with utmost confidence that nobody will see through me. Actually, the thought alone of being inconspicuous gives me some measure of confidence. Maybe one day I will forget I'm pretending. <br /><br />Roxy, I probably have other embarrassing moments I've been too mortified to share. We should have a few good talks coming our way. I wish I could always have people like you as a patient--people who think I'm awesome. :)Karynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14524311110150258457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-4908569472432305962011-03-22T09:35:39.491-07:002011-03-22T09:35:39.491-07:00Hah! I never heard the slippers at the dinner part...Hah! I never heard the slippers at the dinner party story, and here I thought we had shared most of our embarrassing moments with one another. You're going to be awesome at whatever you do, Karyn. You always are!Roxyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09787088898112141579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-75932250229852238862011-03-21T17:35:52.790-07:002011-03-21T17:35:52.790-07:00Sounds like a stressful job. But you're not al...Sounds like a stressful job. But you're not alone, for ages as a teacher I had that same "impostor" feeling, especially in regard to "ESL" my second teaching specialty. <br /><br />The funny thing is, for a while I was certain everyone could see through me, that they knew who I really was. But eventually it dawned on me that they didn't notice and I was almost amazed that everyone was treating me like a real teacher. <br /><br />Nowadays I even feel like a real teacher!Tom Hakkinenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11320029007805632871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-70305425494653046612011-03-21T15:16:12.825-07:002011-03-21T15:16:12.825-07:00Pamo, I'm so glad to hear that! I really thou...Pamo, I'm so glad to hear that! I really thought it was just me. I quit the postpartum floor in '99 as well. It's been so long!<br /><br />Manzanita, Thanks for the vote of confidence.Karynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14524311110150258457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-13830938838622896392011-03-20T23:01:07.159-07:002011-03-20T23:01:07.159-07:00Pay it no mind. Some dreams are just left-over mum...Pay it no mind. Some dreams are just left-over mumbo jumbo of the day. I know you are a competent, marvelous nurse. Think of all those lucky patients you'll be attending to.Manzanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06467261212623663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444034717227197579.post-63110574729392008922011-03-20T19:28:55.783-07:002011-03-20T19:28:55.783-07:00OMG! (I try to limit my use of that acronym.) I...OMG! (I try to limit my use of that acronym.) I'm an ex-nurse. I left the field in 1999 and I STILL have those nightmares. The same flavor, forgetting patients, showing up in the wrong outfit, etc. I always felt like an impostor as a nurse even though I was quite good at it.<br />It's a tough job and I commend you for doing it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com