My friend told me she’s so inspired by how fearless I look on social media. Let me be real with you: That’s bullshit. I’m not fearless. I’ve felt fear, anxiety, doubt—hell, sometimes it’s all of it at once. But here’s the thing: I don’t let it stop me. And neither should you. Let me tell you the messy, unfiltered truth about how I got here.
First off, fear isn’t a bad thing. Let’s stop pretending it’s the enemy. You feel fear because you’re doing something that matters. You’re stepping into something new, something uncomfortable. And yeah, it sucks—it’s heavy, it’s loud, it’s relentless. But fear is also a signal that you’re alive, that you’re growing. Every time I hit “post,” fear is sitting right next to me. I just choose to do it anyway.
And here’s the part no one likes to talk about: That feeling of being stuck? It’s not failure. It’s progress. It’s your brain, your heart, and your gut wrestling with the block that’s been holding you back. You think you’re doing nothing, but the truth is, you’re doing the hardest work of all: breaking through the resistance. So, when you feel stuck, when you feel like you can’t move, let me remind you: That’s you moving forward. Even if it doesn’t look like it.
For years, I was just like you. I thought about creating. I wanted to put myself out there. But I didn’t. I hesitated, I doubted, I played small. And guess what? That wasn’t wasted time. That was me, silently building the courage to finally say, “Fuck it, let’s do this.” So, if you’re stuck in that cycle, give yourself grace. You’re not behind—you’re getting ready.
Here’s another thing I’ve learned: Action is the cure for fear. Not overthinking, not waiting until you feel ready. Just action—messy, imperfect, uncomfortable action. Every post, every video, every journal entry—it all started as a tiny, scared step forward. And every single one of those steps counted.
But let me share something deeply personal with you. What you see when I post isn’t just me working hard or being bold—it’s something much deeper. It’s about reconnecting with a part of myself that I lost for a long time: my inner child.
When I was younger, I didn’t get the chance to just be. I was taught to be perfect, to behave, to grow up too fast. Mistakes weren’t an option, and my worth always felt tied to how well I could perform for others—parents, teachers, society. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to play, how to create just for the joy of it.
As I’ve grown and done the inner work, I realized there was this little version of me—scared, silenced, waiting to be seen. I decided to show up for her. I told her, “It’s okay to play now. It’s okay to make mistakes, to try new things, to mess up and laugh about it. You don’t have to be perfect anymore.”
And that’s what you’re really seeing when I create. It’s not fearlessness—it’s me keeping a promise to her. It’s me saying, “You’re safe now. I’ve got your back. You’re enough, just as you are.”
Social media, for me, has become a playground. A space where I can let her run free, let her create without pressure, and let her explore without fear of judgment. She doesn’t care if the world turns its back on her, because she knows I’ll always be there, cheering her on.
And you know what? I’ve become her biggest fan. I tell her every day, “You’re amazing. You’re doing great. You’re my favorite artist, my favorite creator, my favorite person.” And in that safety, she thrives.
So, let me leave you with this: Whatever’s blocking you right now isn’t your enemy—it’s your teacher. Feel the fear. Let it sit there. And then, take the smallest step forward. Post that messy video. Write that imperfect blog. Take the action that feels terrifying. Because every time you do, you’re telling your inner critic to shut the hell up.
And one last thing: You don’t need anyone’s permission to create. But if you’re waiting for a sign, here it is. Go out there and create—not for the likes, not for the validation, but for you. Do it for the part of you that’s been waiting to play. Because that’s where the magic happens. And trust me, you’re so much braver than you think.
Share this post