The introvert tax I stopped paying
And how I know I'm not alone in this
This week’s minisode is about the night I sat on a hotel bed in NYC and realized I was paying a tax I never agreed to: the cost of performing extroversion.
For years, I stayed for the dinners, drinks, and networking events long after my energy was gone because I was afraid of what I might miss.
If you’ve ever pushed through on an empty tank, this episode explores what’s really happening—and the hidden cost of ignoring it.
Check it out.
Quietly exhausting is correct. #nomofomo
I really like the image you painted in your NYC hotel room. I see the same tax show up in the women I coach, just with a different receipt: saying yes to one more meeting or commitment, past the point their body already told them the tank was empty. The fear of missing out on recognition or promotion is playing a big role in that decision. But FOMO isn't actually a feeling; it's a thought convincing you there's a real threat to guard against. The irony is that staying to protect against the fear usually costs you the presence you need to actually enjoy the moment.