My cursor hovering over “post.” My stomach doing cartwheels.
Because when you care deeply about something, putting it out there feels like standing naked in a crowd.
What if no one gets it?
What if it’s not enough?
What if it’s too much?
But at some point, I had to say eff it and do it anyway.
Because I realized: the only thing scarier than failing is sitting on something that was never given a chance to exist.
So I hit publish.
And the response? Better than I could’ve hoped for.
Not because thousands of people signed up overnight (though hey, a girl can dream) — but because I proved to myself that I could follow through.
That I could take something from idea to execution, despite the fear.
And honestly, that’s the part nobody talks about enough — that middle space between “I have this idea” and “it’s finally real.”
It’s messy. It’s emotional.
But it’s also where the magic happens.
If it flops, it flops.
If it flies, incredible.
Either way, I’m proud that I did the damn thing.
Because sometimes, that’s what working smarter really looks like — trusting yourself enough to take imperfect action.