Product Unmuted

In Las Vegas once again for another conference, it feels like Groundhog Day in the city of neon lights and slot machines. Endless hours in dimly lit conference halls where the only thing louder than the buzzing of 1000’s of conversations is my inner monologue wondering if anyone else can hear a thing. And don’t get me started on the lack of clocks – it’s like they’re trying to keep us trapped in a time warp of never-ending meetings.

Navigating through the maze of people in the casino’s underbelly feels like a real-life game of Pac-Man, except instead of ghosts, it’s just me and a bunch of tired professionals trying to find the nearest coffee stand. I’m starting to think the real reason they call it Sin City is because attending these conferences feels like a sin against my sanity. But hey, at least it’s a good excuse to expense some fancy dinners, right?

I find myself questioning why I subject myself to this routine. Perhaps, at some point, it felt like a necessary rite of passage, but in the present moment, the significance eludes me. I took this job a few years back trying to establish myself as a leader in the world of product! Taking on this job was more than just a career move; it was a step towards realizing my potential and asserting my presence. I have worked hard to get to where I am. And in what is still considered a predominantly male-dominated industry.

I find genuine fulfillment in the process of building products that resonate with customers and drive meaningful impact. Being the face of a confident woman in this realm isn’t just a façade; it’s a reflection of the resilience and determination that have propelled me forward (reminder to self!).

Yet, despite the accolades and successes, there are moments of doubt. The nagging voice of impostor syndrome creeps in, whispering doubts about my worthiness and capabilities. But in those moments, I remind myself of the tangible evidence of my expertise—the projects I’ve spearheaded, the teams I’ve led, and the positive outcomes I’ve achieved. I am not a hoax; I am a testament to perseverance, competence, and the power of breaking barriers. My journey is authentic, my contributions are meaningful, and my place in this industry is well-deserved.

As the person responsible for Go-To-Market strategy for my org, I am tasked with envisioning how best to introduce our products into the enchanting realm of banking. It’s a thrilling prospect, promising growth, continuous learning, and unparalleled professional development. However, amidst the excitement, there’s a lingering discomfort.

I’ve always harbored a distaste for sales and the stereotypical pushy salespeople that come with it. And yet, here I am, faced with the necessity of promoting our products, repeating the same sales pitch, and making promises to prospective clients. It’s a small sacrifice, I tell myself, considering the vast opportunities and experiences that come with leading a fintech venture.

On days like today, when I must summon the courage to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the role I must play! Despite the uncertainties, I remind myself of the invaluable learning experiences, the potential for growth, and the privilege of being compensated for doing what I love. So, with a deep breath and a determined spirit, I push forward, navigating the unfamiliar terrain of sales and put on my confident face and pretend I got this! It’s hard for me to be vulnerable, it is hard for me to do this on repeat cycle – the same pitch, the same promises ,the same, the same!

And on days like this I have to yet again push away that persistent beast! Impostor Syndrome! Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle of the conference, there’s a glimmer of solidarity. At a women’s table talk event, we candidly discussed our shared experiences with Impostor syndrome. It begs the question: why do women, in particular, grapple with this phenomenon? Why does Impostor syndrome seem to disproportionately affect women. Perhaps it’s the societal pressures and expectations placed upon us, constantly pushing us to prove ourselves in male-dominated industries. Or maybe it’s the ingrained sense of perfectionism, the feeling that we must excel in every aspect of our lives to be considered successful. Whatever the reasons may be, one thing is clear: as women, we often internalize these doubts and insecurities, doubting our abilities even in the face of undeniable accomplishments.

It’s a conversation worth having, one that underscores the importance of supporting and uplifting one another in our professional journeys. As I continue to navigate the challenges ahead, I’m reminded of the power of community and the resilience that comes from standing together. So here’s to us, breaking barriers, shattering stereotypes, and rising above self-doubt. Go women!

As I discuss this with M he reminds me that men have this syndrome too, maybe they just wear it well or don’t discuss it as much as women do! And he reminds me that men are allies in this journey not adversaries! His words resonate well – a reminder that I’ll carry with me. M has consistently stood as a steadfast ally, and I wish the same support for all women. To the men out there, extend your support to the women in your life – be it your wives, daughters, sisters, mothers, or colleagues. As we grow, you grow and we will build a better future! Happy Women’s Day!