Imposter Syndrome
A conference room, a contract, and a familiar voice asking who I think I am. Imposter syndrome does not disappear at the edge of expansion. It meets us there, asking whether we will shrink back or name our worth anyway.
A conference room, a contract, and a familiar voice asking who I think I am. Imposter syndrome does not disappear at the edge of expansion. It meets us there, asking whether we will shrink back or name our worth anyway.