My daughter passed her final nursing exam this week. Got a placement. A real, paid, adult job. Earned.

Her response to that news? Two words: "Impostor syndrome."

My response? "Impostor schmmoster."

This week's blog is about why I pushed back on that label and what years of paying the fitting-in tax actually produces in people who've earned every right to be in the room they're standing in.

It’s not about never struggling. It’s about having the tools and the right support to move through those struggles without staying stuck.