Carly Clark Zimmer :: HEALING IS AN INSIDE JOB
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lava lamp bubbles in the corner of a tapestry covered room. The air is thick with smoke as I sit nestled between the band members. That was back when smoking was still considered cool. We had just come back from watching the Ithaca-based band, Plastic Nebraska, play their latest gig. I felt so cool hanging with talented musicians and their friends who were all working on degrees in art and literature.
But, impostor syndrome was my trusty side-kick in those days. “You have nothing to say. Nothing interesting to add to the conversation.” I was always internally uncomfortable as I listened to each of the hip twenty-somethings tell story after story that left the room enthralled in conversation and laughter. Then, the moment I had been dreading came, and the attention 4
