39, and let me tell you, adulthood still feels like performance. I own a house and a solo business, and yet fake-it-til-you-make-it feels like my basic life strategy. The moments I feel truly competent are a relief. If I don’t give myself props for those bits of mastery, I’m going to feel helpless and incompetent…

Ok I’m 40 and the mother of an 11 year old. Is it wrong that when I cook something in grease and don't end up crying from grease burns I walk around proclaiming I am the best chef ever to live? How about when I use a tool and no blood is drawn; I am the queen of DIY? My moments are few and far between so gotta…