Can’t keep riding the same excuses forever. They’re just cop outs for you. You know full well what you should be doing and you don’t do it. Well you don’t do all of it. Funny enough you do the hard part, which is the work. You don’t do the easy part, which is putting it out there for the world to see. You can’t ever get lucky if you don’t buy the ticket first. Just try it. See what comes of it if you put it all out there. The thought alone of what might come of this should be enough to drive you to go see it through. Something is blocking your ambition. Something is preventing your enthusiasm to kick start. Figure out where the leak is and patch it, your energy is being depleted without your consent.
There’s a certain comfort in withholding. In building quietly, perfecting in silence, never risking exposure. But that’s a lie I’ve told myself too many times. The truth is—I’m scared. Not of failure, but of being seen. Because once something is seen, it can be judged. And I’ve let that fear corrode my ambition. I work, I grind, I shape the vision—but I don’t share it. And that hesitation is the leak. That’s the slow drip draining the fire from me.
I’ve mistaken humility for hiding. I’ve convinced myself that patience was the reason I never moved forward. But maybe it was doubt. Maybe it was fear dressed up as strategy. I’ve done the hard part—building through the void, writing through the resistance. And now I stall at the easiest step: pressing publish. As if the world will break if I let it see what I’ve made. But nothing breaks. Things begin.
So maybe it’s time to find that missing bolt. That reason I keep the brakes halfway down. Maybe it’s time to trust the part of me that wants to be seen. That version of me is waiting—tired of excuses, tired of staying quiet. It’s not about luck, it’s about showing up where luck can find me. All that energy I’ve stored… I want it back. And I’ll get it back by finally letting go.
