I Know I Belong in This Room

I know I belong in this room.

I’ve said that to myself so many times it almost feels like a mantra. For a long while, I couldn’t believe it. Every opportunity, every achievement, every gift, every space I found myself in…I questioned it. I used to think it was imposter syndrome, this nagging feeling that I didn’t deserve what was in front of me.

I’d sit with the thought that maybe I was leaving someone behind. A childhood friend. A new friend. A colleague. Maybe if I clapped for myself, I was selfish. Maybe if others clapped for me, I wasn’t deserving because they didn’t really know me. That’s where my mind lived, between gratitude and guilt, between celebration and doubt.

But those thoughts are gone now.

This new version of me is not afraid to stand still in a room and say: I belong here. I worked for this. I sacrificed for this. And even if I don’t have all the answers, I know I am not here by accident.

I’ll be real… it’s scary. I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know who’s truly genuine. I don’t know why certain doors opened for me and not others but those are the whys we should stop asking, you know what I mean?. But what I do know is this: my place here isn’t up for debate.

Vulnerability has become my strength. It’s how I’m learning more about who I am and who I’m becoming. And yes, some days it feels heavy. Other days it feels like freedom. But every single day it feels necessary.

If you’ve ever felt imposter syndrome, I encourage you to look deeper. Break the definition apart. Where did that feeling come from? Who planted the seed that made you think you weren’t enough?

Imposter Syndrome is a myth!

So many of the phrases we grew up hearing….“majority rules,” “stay in your lane,” “don’t rock the boat”…were never meant to empower us. They were meant to keep us in line. But I’m not a sheep, and neither are you. We have voices. We have presence. We have worth.

I’ve been writing heavily on my blog, and I’m proud of that. Still, I sometimes catch myself nervous about my hyper-fixations. I know myself…. I’ll dive in fully, then pause, then move to something else. But you know what? That’s just how I’m wired, it’s apart of the journey I’m on.

I always finish what I start, even if it takes me longer than expected. I’m okay with that. The journey excites me. It’s what gives me those chills in my belly, the kind that tells me something new is coming, another leap, another chapter. And every time, I’m reminded that I landed exactly where I was supposed to.

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on my voice. People are listening more than ever now, and honestly, that used to scare me. Words carry weight. Positions carry weight. Influence carries weight.

I’ve always said, “I don’t give advice, I give opinions.” And I mean that. Because when you’re labeled an “influencer” or “socialite” or whatever title people choose, it comes with a power that many don’t recognize. I never want to dictate someone’s choices or mood. I only want to share my truth, and if it resonates, it resonates.

Because at the end of the day, the biggest battle I fight is with myself. The person I fear losing most is me.

I’ve already lost people. Some were close, some were temporary, but they’re gone. That’s life. And yes, it hurts, but new people come. New chapters open. If we close ourselves off, we miss the chance to sit in rooms we’ve earned. I call thisLoss, Life, and Rooms

And that’s the thing… every room you find yourself in is a result of nights no one saw, weights only you carried, and stress only you survived. You deserve to be there.

So don’t let imposter syndrome rob you. Don’t let doubt whisper louder than your truth.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. Truly. Reading my thoughts means we’ve synced up, even if just for a moment. That connection isn’t small…it’s proof that vulnerability finds its way to the right people.

These aren’t easy thoughts to write, and they aren’t easy conversations to have. But I believe it’s my role…my responsibility…to show up authentically as I figure out who I am becoming.

And I’ll leave you with this:

A wise person once said, “One can only give wisdom if they’ve been through some shit”

I’ve been through it. You’ve been through it. And that’s why we belong…in this room, in every room, in every season of our becoming.

Hope this helps,

-B