Am i an imposter?

I have been wondering that since i landed in Denver after flying from Dallas...my buddy Peter Gibbons [that's from Office Space, if you're unaware] the Babe-Magnet picked me up from the airport and referred to me as something on the order of a businessman. I was dressed in a suit, and talking on my bluetooth, i think that's why. The thing is....i talk on my bluetooth so my cell phone doesn't fry my brain and the convenient device only costs me 20 bucks [thanks to Circuit City's recent, ahem, woes].

The suit? Well, i went to Pepperdine and they made me check a bag because my suit cover counted as a carry on. So i just started wearing the suit each day i travel...why not? i'm single, after all [perhaps this is why i am single? wait...don't answer that]. But it got me thinking....am i really am who i say i am? [i can hear jared now...."you are who you thought they said i was"...its an inside joke...don't worry about it unless u saw the Dennis Green press conference after his Arizona Cardinals choked against a pathetically-playing Chicago Bears team a few years ago].

But i think that is what my good friend Will Ferrell/Jon Stewart the Conservative Talk Show Host is really getting at--authenticity. He finds the substance beneath the surface, and often uses humor to display his findings. He wants to know what people are really about, what places and institutions believe...and unlike myself, has a less direct and painful way of going about it.

So i wonder....am i who Peter Gibbons thought i was? Am i really going to be a professional adult soon enough? I suppose my business right now is forecasting potential for success in a venture that usually costs 150K or so [or 0.00000000873% of the stimulus package], and exploring and seeking opportunities for that immense funding being provided out of a university's endowment.
That is business, i suppose.

but i ain't got nuthin' yet, as the saying goes. I'm like the College Football Playoff--its got potential, but it still has to occur.

don't get me wrong, i feel fine about things. But i've been in a holding pattern for a year, and well...as we were cruising down I-70 in his Acura SUV i was reminded....God made me more than a device that can procure posh leather seats and timeshares and big-name clients or political endorsements. And i am more than the sum of my bank account and accomplishments listed on my resume.

the question is...since I claim Him and to be His....am i for real?