The Voice of Money
The Voice of Money by Ethan Brisby Another voice I sometimes hear in my head is the voice of not having tangible money. I know, in my heart, I am a wealthy man. Wealthy in vision. Wealthy in work. Wealthy in the value I bring to every room, every soul I encounter. I am happy, healthy, and whole. But when I enter rooms to pitch, propose, or request capital,...there’s a whisper. A reminder that, by society’s standards, my bank account is empty. My credit, average at best. And I sometimes fear someone pulling back the curtain and seeing that my finances don’t match the stature of the man I present myself to be. This whisper causes me to shrink. Not just over where I am now, but over where I come from. I wasn’t born into wealth. I wasn’t trained in the “language of the money clans.” So sometimes I question: Will these tables respect my identity ? In response, I overwork. Trying to do more. Prove more. Be more. But the truth is...my body of work is elite . Unrivaled. Not in arrog...
