Page 89 of When Hearts Remember

Subject: Good Luck

Alexis,

Good luck on your first day of work, not that you need it. You got this.

Impostor syndrome happens to all of us—there are days when I wonder what the heck I’m doing. But remember—you are your own worst critic. When you’re down, think about all the impossible hurdles you’ve overcome, the astronomical odds you’ve beaten to even be here.

I have faith in you.

Always in your corner,

Polaris

The pressure in my chestloosens. We’ve been corresponding a few times a month. I sense he’s a busy man—he always seems apologetic whenever he’s late in his replies.

I wonder what his story is and why he’s taking the time to write to patients.

Whatever the reason, I’m grateful.

His words give me peace. With him, I’m my true self—insecurities, flaws and all—and he doesn’t judge me for it.

Sometimes, I wonder if he’s lonely and if I’m providing any peace to him.

Quickly, I type back a response.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

Subject: RE: Good Luck

Oh Polaris,

Are you projecting your insecurities on me? Who said I had impostor syndrome? *wink*

Just kidding. I definitely do. If impostor syndrome is a sport, I’m the quarterback in the major league, playing in the seventh inning. Completely beating the offense with my keen EQ.

Thank you for your email. Honestly, reading it has put a smile on my face.

Always,

Alexis

P.S. What’s something you’ve created you are most proud of? Currently seekingideas for myself.

His reply comes almost instantly, and I jolt in surprise. A sweet bonus for my first day…good mojo.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

Subject: RE: RE: Good Luck

I need to think more about your question before answering you, but I can’t, for the life of me, let you walk around being completely clueless about sports.

Innings are baseball. Quarterback is football.

Lord help me. Whatever you do,don’ttalk about sports with your coworkers.

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