Neil Gaiman on Imposter Syndrome, which we all suffer from:

“…Some years ago, I was lucky enough to be invited to a gathering of great and good people; artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things.  And I felt that at any moment they would realize that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.

On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name.  And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here?  They’ve made amazing things.  I just went where I was sent.”

And I said, “Yes.  But you were the first man on the moon.  I think that counts for something.”

And I felt a bit better.  Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did.  Maybe there weren’t any grownups , only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.”