Let Me Be Ridiculous

My best friend is reading The Let Them Theory by Mel Robbins, and during a phone call today, she told me something that made me pause. She said, “I’m practicing ‘let them’ on you.”

I paused, confused.She explained: “When you call me with fifteen new business ideas, content plans, projects, or some invention that makes zero sense but has you lit up like a Christmas tree… normally, I’d freak out. I’d try to ground you, slow you down, remind you of logistics, finances, time, responsibilities. But now? I just breathe in… breathe out… and let you.”

At first, I laughed. But then it hit me—this is dangerous. Because if you’ve been following my journey, you already know: I’m not exactly known for moderation. I’m wildly ADHD, deeply passionate, and I’ve always got about seven irons in the fire—each one seemingly more unhinged than the last.

She even told me that listening to me rattle off my ideas gives her heart palpitations. “It’s just so much,” she said. “It sounds so stressful.”And the honest truth?It is.I don’t always know how I’m going to pull it off.But I do know I’m going to try.

Because you only get one shot at this thing called life. And I don’t want to get to the end of mine wondering what if I had just gone for it?What if that crazy idea had worked?What if I had stopped overthinking and just believed in my magic for once?

See, my best friend is a perfectionist. She likes plans. Order. Certainty. I’ve always been a beautiful mess—clumsy, chaotic, but absolutely magnetic in my ability to get back up again. If there’s anything I’ve mastered in life, it’s the art of failing forward.

I fail fast. I fail often.But I do not quit.

Maybe it’s the result of growing up bullied, picked apart for just being different. When the world makes you feel like you’re too much from a young age, you either shrink… or you build armor. And I guess I got tired of shrinking.

These days, when people doubt me or dismiss me, it rolls right off my back. Because I know something they don’t: I’m not afraid to look ridiculous in pursuit of something real. And if failing is the price I pay for discovering who I’m meant to be—then failure is a bargain.

So yes, I am trying 1,000 different things.

No, not all of them will work.

But I’m not going to stop trying until something does.

Because I can feel it in my bones—I was built for something great. I may not know exactly what it is yet, but I know I’m getting closer every time I bet on myself. Every time I dare to dream out loud, even when it makes other people uncomfortable. Even when it gives my best friend heart palpitations.

So if you’re watching me and thinking, she’s doing too much, just know—I probably am.

But I’d rather be “too much” than never enough.I’d rather be a storm than a still pond.And I’d rather chase wild dreams than die wondering.

Let them support me.

Let them be concerned.

Let them feel whatever they feel.

But let me be ridiculous—because this is my journey, and I’m so glad you’re here for it!

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