When I was who I was before, I didn’t know how to be that man. I’m still not sure what I’m doing, But it comforts me to know No one really does.
Maybe we all occasionally suffer from “imposter syndrome” because we’re, all of us, imposters, playing at who we imagine we need to be in order to be what we need to be, whatever that is.
Only the foolish truly believe they are in control and on top of things.
The honest humans understand they will never have all the answers.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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