Eeeek. She shrieked to herself, and then felt the complete overwhelm of impostor syndrome

Her email pinged. She challenged herself to a full minute of self-control before dropping the broom and hopping over to the laptop to see who had emailed Estee’s Photoshop. Not that she was getting excited; the last ping had been from Focus offering her 30 percent off print orders.

She double-clicked.

Hi Estee,

I saw your photos at Gita Bloom’s house, and they were fantastic. I’m going to be in Lakewood next week, visiting my parents. Can I book a shoot?

Sorry it’s last minute. I hope you can fit me in.

Estee snorted at that. Right, because she was all booked up.

Please let me know,

Amy Simons.

Omigosh, did she have a real client? Not a family member or coworker?

Eeeek. She shrieked to herself, and then felt the complete overwhelm of impostor syndrome. She could do this, right?

No, she probably could not. What if she made another huge mistake? What if she messed up again, like she had with Tammy’s daughter’s birthmark….