A Reflection on Worth & Value
Once in college, I met a woman who owned an art gallery. She told me a story I’ve never forgotten, about a magnificent piece of tribal art that simply would not sell. She kept lowering the price, convinced that making it more “affordable” would help it find a home. But the opposite happened. The lower the price, the less anyone seemed to want it. Finally, out of sheer frustration and a bit of defiance, she raised the price to an outrageous amount. It sold the very next day. That was the first time I witnessed how strange our relationship to value can be. For those with wealth, value is often proven by the price. For those with less, the moment something is offered as charity, its substance can seem diminished, no matter how powerful or precious it truly is. I’ve lived on both sides. I am profoundly grateful for the people who offered me charity during the hardest seasons of my life, when receiving felt foreign and humbling. Their generosity cracked me open. I wept with gratitude, holding their kindness close like a lifeline. And I am equally grateful for those who held their value and required me to rise to meet it. I already recognized the worth of their work, but honoring their boundaries and paying what was asked shaped me in another way. It taught me to grow into my worth instead of shrinking from it. Both experiences transformed me. Both taught me how value is perceived, claimed, distorted, restored. Both prepared me for the work I now do. This is why I wrote "Rise in My Worth". Not because I believe worth comes from price, but because worth must be embodied, honored, and lived into. And when practitioners stand in their value, they invite others to rise into theirs.