Impostor Syndrome in Semester 2
The weighted silence between the last post and this one is largely a result of the hustle of activity in balancing, finally, my life here in London and packing off the life that I knew and was comfortable in. And in the process of doing so, falling into the trap I had clearly didn't know existed. I am writing this sitting next to a giant window, running from the floor level right up to the fourth floor of the PSH building. Waiting to meet my dissertation mentor on the third floor, on a rather windy day. And now, I am in the secluded area of the Thirty Five cafe, waiting for Moon and Sena to complete their sessions so that we can all meet for coffee. It will be followed by a seminar. i am currently actively avoiding all the previous 'friends' i made in London, which is no easy task. Not because they are bad people, I must add. We just look at life differently and the judgmental and scornful looks are something I do not feel the need to deal with at this stage. The fact tha