
A couple of weeks ago, the host of a live cable show contacted me about Imposter Syndrome. She had seen an event for my 8-week on-line course and wondered if I would like to come on her show to talk about it. Ummm, yes! I was excited about this new opportunity and new audience to talk to about authentic success. I wanted to tell you the story of that day, and what I learned at the end of it!
It started at about 5am when I woke up to do an hour or so of work before my kids wake up, then I jump in the shower and put on my outfit of choice. This is a quick process since I don’t have to do my hair or make-up. I make lunches, choose kid-clothes, and get my two wee ones dressed and ready for the day. 6000 kisses and 4000 hugs later, I back out of the driveway with an ice-covered car honking and waving (as is our family custom)… it’s 6:45am. My neighbours love us ;-).
I brave the highways that have been ice and snow covered for two days, causing bus cancellations and most people to stay home. Not me though, I have a schedule to follow. I arrive at my make-up appointment at 7:57am – first celebration of the day. I park on the street and race inside, excited to get my “fancy” face on (this is what my kids call my face when I have my make-up done). Kerry is amazing – funny, talented and a multi-tasking Mom like me. Kerry works her magic and I am transformed from slightly pale and puffy, to put-together and sculpted. It’s a happy surprise every time.
I run out of her house at 9:03am – oops, my hair appointment is for 9am. I set my GPS to my next location and start searching for the number of the salon. I call them at a red light to tell them I am running late, at the same time noticing a parking ticket on my windshield. I finish my call at one red light and hop out of my car at the next to grab the ticket. Phew… lucky, it’s only $20!
I hit the salon at 9:20am and Megan gets to work. I’m bubbling and excited about my “fancy” face and my upcoming T.V. debut. She also works her magic, transforming my fine wispy hair into a shiny, gravity-defying masterpiece. I’m sitting there watching my transformation and I start to get really agitated. Hmmm… “Megan, what time is it?”… “10:02am”, she replies. Uh oh! I tell her that I am due at the studio at 10am and she performs the last of her magic (i.e. cements my new do with copious amounts of hair spray) and I rush out. Thank you intuition!
I avoid a bone jarring fall in the icy parking lot, ignore the drizzle threatening my hair, and jump back in the car to my next programmed location. I am doing this!!! I arrive at the station at 10:23am. I penguin walk my way over the ice and hit the buzzer. Come on, come on… yes!!! A kind gentleman lets me in. Big breath, I’m okay. I’m here and I meet Melissa the host. She is so kind as we shake hands and I think – I have made it, yay for me! Then she says, “I have you scheduled in for tomorrow’s show…” What? “NOOOOOOOOO!” my inner voice cried in horror, “This is not happening!” I stand there frozen trying to calm the rush of adrenaline, the urge to scream that is matched only by my urge to cry. We stand there for a very silent and dramatic 30 seconds before she says, “Hang on though, I’ll make this work. You may actually be saving my butt today.” Holy mother of peace and calm… I take a big breath and a huge smile blooms on my face.
I wait for my spot, and I focus on how amazing this day has been. Everything has fallen in to place and I feel on top of the world! I do my spot and I had a really great time. I’m out of the studio by 11:20am and headed back home. I am exhausted and exhilarated, and then reflective. I am amazed at my perspective, and that not once during the day had I thought of anything that had happened in a negative way. This is a HUGE shift in perspective for me. It could easily have gone the other way, and been filled with overwhelm and panic, but I didn’t go there at all. The old me would have griped about the parking ticket, panicked about being late for my hair appointment, fretted the entire drive to the studio, begrudged a 2 hour drive with 2 hours of prep time for a 7.5 minute spot on the show, and lashed out when the date confusion surfaced. I would have ruined the entire day just from my perspective alone. What a waste of a fabulous, fancy-faced, va-voomed hair, live T.V. debut that would have been!
That is what success is… not the story of what happened, but the feelings you had about the experience. I felt happy, excited, powerful and full of joyful curiosity for what would happen next. What a day, what a lesson, and what a success!
Click here to watch my live T.V. debut!



