Years ago, I read a story in the New York Times about the impostor syndrome. Theory was that professional women were living with high levels of anxiety in fear that someone would figure out that they didn't know what they were doing. The women who suffered from this the most were usually the best at what they did. As a young attorney, I sometimes suffered from this syndrome, even though I was quite good at what I did. The subject persists -- see this recent article in the New York Times.
Similarly in knitting, there is the Knitter vs. knitter theory. As explained by the Yarn Harlot has a theory. We all start as knitters with a lower case "k". At some point in time, some of us become Knitters with a capital K. For some Knitters, the transition is steeking. (See Vene, Vidi, Steeki in The Yarn Harlot.) For some, it is colorwork, Fair Isle, or something else.
I have wondered for some time know if I am a Knitter or a knitter. Here I am buying a knitting, yarn and fiber store, and I don't know which category I fall into. Kind of scary, eh?
Well, today, while working at the shop, I realized that I'm a Knitter. I helped a variety of people with what they considered to be huge problems (big enough to get into the car and come to the store for help with problems) and I was able to explain a variety of techniques and methods. Even better, they all understood what I was talking about. I taught people about knitting today. And I didn't even have to think about what I was doing. It was all second nature to me.
I had an epiphany. (Cue the lightbulb over the head). I am a Knitter.