Last week, a friend of mine told me some great news; she is going to be inducted into a hall of fame in her home state. She was embarrassed to tell anyone; she didn’t feel worthy. “No one knows who I am,” she said.
But here’s the thing. I have a degree in English. I am an avid reader. Yet, when I eat dinner with my some of my literary friends, they often talk about writers whom I’ve never heard of. I’ll read about inductees to the Country Music or Rock and Roll Hall of Fames and not know some of the names. The world is a mighty big place, and no one is truly world famous.
Seriously, I have a friend who can name every opera in history but had never heard of Beyoncé until I enlightened him.
So it’s a fool’s errand to think you only deserve an award if the whole world knows who you are. If any of your peers think your work is worthy of praise, then don’t worry about whether you deserve it. Say thank you. Show up for the award. And then dance the night away.