The line between fiction and reality is forever blurred
when we become what we pretended to be.

It was during a flight home from Dallas that a thought struck my mind
with such great force that I never completely recovered from it. 
“I’ve been a metal-shop worker pretending to be a young advertising consultant, but I’m not pretending anymore. I REALLY AM a young
advertising consultant.” The stranger’s face that I had been
seeing in the mirror suddenly became my own.

Rabbi Harold Kushner talks about impostor syndrome,
that little voice whispering in the mind of every successful person,
“If other people knew you the way that I know you,
they would know what a phony you are.”

Ignore that little voice.
Soon you’ll be on a flight home from Dallas.