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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The Internship Diaries, Part Two: Imposter Syndrome

I began my internship barely a week after graduating college. From the top of the undergraduate food chain to the bottom of the employee ladder was a sudden change to make, especially when I found that my first day began with the new full-time employees, most of them with work experience in big-name companies, others with shiny new MBAs. While the company did hire interns, I barely met any in my time there, and the ones I did meet were all in the middle of their MBAs too.

So of course, some thoughts crept in from time-to-time. Thoughts saying that I didn’t deserve to be there or that there was little I could add to this pool of clever, talented, experienced people. I knew it was ridiculous, but also these thoughts weren’t exactly new to me. Because I’d been thinking them my whole life.


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