One day, people will discover I am not a real writer.

They’ll discover I’m not a good teacher…

or speaker.

It’s also the same day my kids discover I don’t know what I’m doing as a parent and I’ve been making it up as I go along. Doing my best.

One day, somebody will find footage from my old shows and discover I wasn’t a real magician.

And then, people will know my entire life has been nothing more than a façade.

But—

they haven’t found out yet.

So I’ll keep the illusion going, the imposter that I am, and hope I make it to the end without anybody finding out.