Learning How to Play: Imposter Syndrome, Privilege and Self-Care.

I feel like the universe has been sending me signs that it’s finally time to write this post. 

Or you know, I finally really want to write this post and I’m interpreting everything as a sign. Potato, Po-tah-to.

It’s a running joke in my family that I am the more expensive child. 

For those of you who know me in real life and read this blog, you probably know that I have an older brother. But for everyone else out there, I have an older brother and he is almost eleven years older than me.

Inflation being what it is, I was obviously the more expensive child. But aside from that, soon after I was born, my family began moving around. Four people were often in four entirely different locations and somehow, I always managed to live in the most expensive one. 

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