Becky Lynch: The Man: Not Your Average Average Girl

by Rebecca Quin

It might sound silly, well, because it is, but when the drills got tough, I would sing “Lose Yourself” by Eminem to myself. “You better lose yourself in the music, the moment / You own it, you better never let it go,” shuffle, sprawl, sprint. “You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow / This opportunity comes once in a lifetime,” sprint, sprawl, sprint.

But if you don’t ask, you don’t get.

Piss off, Imposter Syndrome! I pronounced valiantly to my own skull.

Oh, man. I’m about to be someone’s mom.

More than anything, I have learned that my biggest enemy has always been self-doubt and that when I have been able to free myself from its irritating shackles and had the courage to trust my inner compass, wonderful things can happen.

I had never considered myself successful, always striving to do more, be more, chase more. That hamster wheel had become pretty exhausting until I realized I have everything I wished for since I was a kid. My family, my dream job, my friends. For the girl who was always so average in every aspect of life—average height, average weight, average anxieties, average grades, average upbringing—I have gotten to do some most unaverage things. I am not your average average girl.