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While attending the 2019 Associated Writing Programs (AWP) conference in Portland, Oregon in March, I noticed the theme ‘fake it until you make it’ can be a powerful motivator. After all, if You don’t believe in what you’re doing, how can anyone else be expected to believe it? More than 12,000 writers attended AWP this year at the Oregon Convention Center. Author panels and on- and off-site readings included Pam Houston (Deep Creek: Finding Hope in the High Country, Cowboys Are My Weakness, Sight Hound, Contents May Have Shifted), Stephanie Land (Maid: Hard Work, Low Pay, and a Mother’s Will to Survive), Terese Marie Mailhot (Heart Berries: A Memoir), Ariel Levy (The Rules Do Not Apply, Female Chauvinist Pigs), Cheryl Strayed (Wild, Torch), and from the Cuba Writers Program, authors Alden Jones (The Blind Masseuse: A Traveler’s Memoir from Costa Rica to Cambodia, Unaccompanied Minors), Dariel Juarez (A Kind of Solitude), and Tim Weed (A Field Guide to Murder & Fly Fishing, Will Poole’s Island). I wouldn’t say that anyone at AWP was ‘faking it’ but I will say that it takes tons of guts to put ourselves out there, to be seen and heard through our work, and in such a personal way. Sometimes, we have to fake it just a little (talk ourselves out of those self-defeating narratives) in order to get started, to create something meaningful.
We all know the older we get, the less we care about how we look. It’s the road we are all on, so why not just skip to the part where we walk to the curb in our undies and slippers with unwashed, tangled hair on a rainy Saturday afternoon to collect our mail?
Read MoreI’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, “fake it ‘till you make it,” and I’m here to show you how. It might feel a lot like lying to act confident when you’re not, or trying to convince people that you have what it takes, when you’re not even convinced yourself. But getting anywhere in life depends on how willing we are to do things that we don’t feel like doing. Such as pulling ourselves out of bed on a rainy morning to enter the rat race of rush-hour gridlock.
Read MoreIt was a big surprise when, a few weeks in, he told me that he doesn’t like “white people food.” First off, I didn’t know “white people food” was a genre. I had always just referred to it as food. Apparently, he had been faking it at all those family functions, and even at our own wedding.
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