Repeat after me: I’m here because I deserve to be.
If you follow me on Instagram, you probably know that I had the pleasure of participating in the National Publicity Summit in NYC as a member of the media. What you didn’t know was I was scared silly.
The National Publicity Summit is a weekend event where doctors, business owners, authors and more attend to learn about getting published and receiving press in several publications from people in the media themselves (a.k.a. me). Media professionals sit on a panel and answer questions attendees have about getting published. These attendees surely got their money’s worth because sitting on the side of media professionals were people who have worked for NY Times, CBS, ABC, Parade, youtube channels with hundreds of thousands subscribers, television producers and more.
And then there was me. Boy did I feel like I dropped the ball. Up until the day of the event, I was convinced my invitation was a mistake and it was meant for someone else. There was no way my experience was on par with the others on the panel. And I felt like everyone knew it. The moment I opened my mouth everyone would know I was a fraud – at least that’s how I felt. I had a classic case of imposter syndrome. I felt even worse once I learned how accomplished the attendees were. One attendee hoping to learn from the media was a women who’s toddler was abducted in 90’s, wrote book about it and travels the world helping people cope with loss. Another was a female producer who created a documentary about the heart behind professional athletes and won several awards for it. To say the talent pool was overwhelming is an understatement.