Like you, I struggle with perfectionism and procrastination. Like you, I’m no stranger to imposter syndrome.

But I have good news, the antidote:

Trickster Energy.

The concept entered my awareness in Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Big Magic (brilliant on the creative process, I recommend you read it).

Then a mentor described shedding any notion of ‘good girl’, and rather than falling back on the hackneyed ‘bad girl’ alternative, instead chose to identify as a benevolent trickster. Enchanting!

I had been feeling the weight of doubt and the internal critic, so when a friend described a fox figurine leaping, thrown by invisible hands from a shelf… AT THE SAME TIME as I watched a plump red fox, glistening with health, trot across the country lane ahead of me… I knew I needed to call in some of that insouciant, sharp-eyed, foxy trickster energy.

Do I unreservedly believe I deserve success? Fuck no! But I also know that plenty of people who are successful don’t ‘deserve’ it either, so let’s grab it anyway because we are just that kind of rascal.

Am I qualified? Maybe, kind of. At *least* as qualified as Kanye running for President.

Is my work amazing? I am often convinced it is at least 85% crap but nevertheless there are beautiful and intelligent folks prepared to pay me for it who *insist* it is good and makes a difference to their lives. How did that happen?! Who knows! And who cares!? I am so good at gaming the system, I don’t even have to harm anyone to get what I want!

Trickster energy is brilliant, fast, and drunk on power.

And if we get found out (spoiler: we won’t), we run away laughing behind our hands and keep working our magic anyway. The world doesn’t need any more good girls. There are far too many more fun things to be.

This babe fox sitting on a tiny pile of pyrite, relaxed and curled up but eyes bright, won’t miss a thing. Love her.