imposter syndrome
Today I had an appointment with my broker to go over my Roth IRA account and see what kind of shape it was in and whether we needed to shift anything. I was wearing a fairly nice outfit as I was also going to be dropping resumes off on my home.
As I sat in the lobby of TD Ameritrade, I found myself have one king hell of a moment of imposter syndrome: I am not this person, I can't be, someone is going to notice any minute now that I don't belong here, or the walls will fall away to reveal this is not actual life but in fact television.
It got better once we were actually in my broker's office going over my account but what the hell. Imposter syndrome is a pain in the fucking ass and sometimes utterly inexplicable.
As I sat in the lobby of TD Ameritrade, I found myself have one king hell of a moment of imposter syndrome: I am not this person, I can't be, someone is going to notice any minute now that I don't belong here, or the walls will fall away to reveal this is not actual life but in fact television.
It got better once we were actually in my broker's office going over my account but what the hell. Imposter syndrome is a pain in the fucking ass and sometimes utterly inexplicable.