I broke my ankle - an accident that could have happened to anyone. I've spent over a week in a haze of pain, sleep and figuring out how to get up and down a set of stairs with one leg. I played a little on my ipad, caught up on personal email, slept some more.
Thanks to Taavi for sending me this post on "impostor syndrome" - a different kind of broken and focused on women. I think everyone, at some point, wonders if they're living up to their reputation or brand. Some days it's scary to walk the line between getting the job done and tooting your horn if your confidence is low at that moment.
The post was a good reminder that I must be my own best critic and/or cheerleader first so that no one can gain more power over me than I already have over myself.