There’s something about returning to work after a holiday break that really brings out the imposter syndrome. I called my friend Abby to discuss. (I call Abby, or she calls me, pretty much every day. If we don’t talk I assume she’s mad at me.) 

“Abby,” I informed her, “it turns out I am a fraud.”
“Yes,” she agreed, which honestly I hadn’t expected. “I too am a fraud.” 

Abby is a lawyer, and by all accounts not the fraudulent kind. (I mean, as far as I know.) Nevertheless we wallowed in our fraudulence that day, which by the way was the Monday after New Year’s Day. The very next day!