Mindset Strategies

I felt like the world’s biggest imposter

By June 20, 2019 September 2nd, 2019 No Comments

What does one wear to meet a Duke and Duchess?

That was the thought running through my mind last October, about 45 minutes before I was due to meet Prince Harry and Meghan.

To be perfectly frank, I was not really in the mood for a royal function (is one ever?Ā šŸ˜‚).

It had been a long week.

Iā€™d been travelling for work, Mum and Hakavai in tow. And the day before, Iā€™d driven home to the South Coast for a friendā€™s wedding, leaving Mum and Hakavai backĀ in the city.

Iā€™d got home at 2am, slept for two hours and then got back in the car to drive the three hours back to Sydney.

And in case I didnā€™t feel quite guilty enough for leaving my baby, I got stuck in traffic on the way to the hotel, and was running late. So, instead of playing with my son (and giving my wonderful Mum a short break) when I got back, I was racing around, trying to get ready for a royal functionĀ instead.

I feltĀ like a can of coke thatā€™s been open all day. Flat, tired, and definitely not keen to make small talk.

And thatā€™s when this dilemma presented itself: just what do I wear?

I wasĀ torn between my polka dot pants and emerald top (V. me and v. fun and v. similar to what a jockey would wear) and the more conservative knee length red dress. Deferring to decorum, I choseĀ the red.

A small heel (sensible) and my black blazer (I hadĀ to spot wash all of Hakavaiā€™s food stains out of it, cheers boy!) completed the ensemble.

I didĀ my own makeup andĀ hair (Iā€™m not terrible at this but Iā€™m not exactly a pro either) and voila. I was out the door.Ā 

As the cab pulledĀ up toĀ the venue,Ā I realised Iā€™dĀ made a grave mistake. I’dĀ left my invite behind.

And, all of a sudden, I started to panic.

I hadĀ visions of myself, invite-less, being turned around at the door.

To my left, I couldĀ seeĀ a crowd of people leaning up against the barrier, phones outstretched, all trying to get a glimpse of Harry and Megs.

I realised that they’dĀ see me walk up the stairs, be told I can not go in without my invite and watch as I slowly madeĀ my way back down the carpet towards the taxi rank, security guards flankingĀ me.


A throng of guests walkedĀ past me, invites in hand, and I recognised politicians, top athletes and world-renowned surgeons amongst them.

I feltĀ like the worldā€™s biggest imposter.

I felt so out of place, had no idea why I’d been invited, andĀ seriously contemplated just slipping away in a taxi before anyone noticed.

But hereā€™s the thing.

There are going to be times in your life when you donā€™t feel prepared for an important event.

Maybe you wonā€™t feel up to that big work presentation because your newĀ puppy cried all night and you spilt coffee on your freshly dry cleaned white shirt, and the bus was late and youā€™re just so damn tired.

Maybe you’ll turn up to a conference or an engagement party or a dateĀ feeling like you don’t belong.

But you can either let your inner critic talk you out of walking up to the front doorĀ or you can say ā€œF*ck itā€, pull your shoulders back, walk in, try your best, and know that if all else fails, you can sit in the corner and get a little tipsy on the complimentary mimosas.

In my case, I walked up the stairs.

They let me in.

I met Harry and Megs.

I talked kids, work and the juggle with Chloe Shorten.Ā I met Curt McGrath, anĀ ex-soldier and now 2 x gold winning Paralympian, and Charlie Teo – a neurosurgeon who operates on ā€˜inoperableā€™ brain tumours. When I asked him about his work, he told me ā€œIf the patient is ballsy enough to go through with a risky operation, Iā€™ve got to be ballsy enough to step upā€.Ā I love that.Ā 

And yes, I got a little tipsy on the complimentary mimosas too.Ā 

Because why not?

Turia xx