You grew up without financial stability and now are in a place where you are financially abundant. 

From the clearance rack to Brother Vellies and Off-White, and “we have food at home” to last minute dinner reservations at sunset with a bird’s eye view.

But there’s this discomfort that burns low and slow underneath each work meeting, each outing with new friends, each outing with old friends, each time you’re meeting someone new in this new tax bracket accessible space–

"Imposter”. “You don’t belong here”. “This is all temporary”. “They don’t really like you”. “Don’t fuck this up”. 

Sometimes it’s just a few glowing embers and you’re feeling grounded and joyful af.  Other times it’s a wildfire being fed by microaggressive comments from “well meaning” peers, or passive aggressiveness from your “day ones” who haven’t landed softly yet and are debating whether you’ve “sold out” in the comments of your latest Instagram post. 

Damn. You were excited to post about that trip to the Seychelles.  That had been your dream since you were in 8th grade and had that one short lesson about geography. 

You’re distracted, unfocused, and masking that you’re burning up inside, with a forced chuckle and  smile while ordering a round of drinks on you to change the subject and get everyone to stfu. 

You’re feeling angry, resentful, embarrassed, exhausted, isolated, silenced, and can’t show it. 

But you want to be in that carefree, joyful, energized, and secure place you imagined you’d be in. 

You can, and you will. Let’s meet and get started.