This Might Sound Like a Mess, But So Is Life
You ever wake up and just stare at the ceiling, questioning every decision that’s led you to this exact moment? Because same.
Here I am, mid-20s, buried in debt like it’s some kind of twisted treasure. Can’t afford my own place, so I’m crashing at my friend’s—(shoutout to the real ones who open their doors when life slams yours shut). Home? Yeah, that’s complicated. Family issues. Let’s not even go there.
But money, oh, let’s go there. I make enough to get by, just enough to sustain the life I’ve built around my paycheck, but that’s the problem. It’s just enough. No investments. No “rainy day” fund. Just a stack of bad money decisions, a trail of impulse purchases, and a financial strategy that could be best described as nonexistent.
Yet—yet—despite the chaos, there’s something inside me. This pull. This unshakable feeling that I’m meant for more. I see the life I want, clear as a movie playing in my head, and I know (no, I know) it’s possible. The only question is: how do I get there?
The Art of Believing Before Seeing (and the Madness It Requires)
Two months ago, I found it. The thing. The golden ticket—at least, that’s what I told myself.
Internet marketing. The world of passive income, digital business, and making money while you sleep (except I’m not sleeping, I’m up at 2 AM watching courses and trying to crack the code).
I’ve been at it, grinding, testing, failing, tweaking, failing again. And the results? Ha. Crickets. Not a single cent yet. If this were a movie montage, this would be the part where the music swells and suddenly everything clicks, right? But nah. Real life’s not that kind.
Still—I can’t shake this feeling.
There’s a quote I stumbled upon that hit me like a gut punch:
“The scariest part of entrepreneurship isn’t starting—it’s continuing when nothing is working.”
Because that’s where I am. The in-between. That awful, soul-testing limbo where nothing is happening, but everything is happening internally. The war between hope and doubt. The battle between “keep going” and “maybe this is stupid.”
I choose to believe. Even when logic says otherwise.
The Rituals Keeping Me Sane (Or at Least Semi-Functional)
I don’t have it all figured out (obviously), but I’ve noticed something. The way you think about life? It is life. So I’ve started reprogramming my world, one tiny, obsessive habit at a time.
1. Hacking My Social Media Algorithm
Most people use social media to escape reality. I use it to build mine. If it’s not teaching me something—how to sell, how to market, how to grow—it’s getting unfollowed. My feed is a curated masterclass in the life I’m creating.
2. Embracing Distractions (Strategically)
Ever tried cutting out distractions? Impossible. But limiting them? That’s an art form. I don’t fight every urge, I just outsmart them. Need a break? Fine—but only if that break still feeds the bigger goal.
3. Surrounding Myself With Intentional People
Not just friends. Allies. People who push me, challenge me, call me out when I slip. Relationships should be mutual elevation, not dead weight.
4. Filtering My Input, Obsessively
I watch what I consume. Conversations, music, even random background noise. Ever notice how certain things drain you, and others fuel you? Yeah. I choose fuel.
5. Physically Placing Myself in Success-Oriented Environments
Sometimes I sit in a fancy hotel lobby or a high-end café—not because I belong there yet, but because I will. Being in those spaces rewires your brain. It makes the dream tangible.
6. Feeding My Mind Like It’s a Starving Animal
Hitting the gym, Podcasts, books, courses—if knowledge were food, I’d be obese. I binge content that expands my thinking because you become what you consistently expose yourself to.
7. Writing Down Everything
Call it journaling, call it obsessive documentation, call it whatever you want—my notebook is a blueprint. Plans, lessons, moments of self-doubt, victories (small ones count too). It’s all there.
Here’s the Journal I personally made tailored to how I want achieve success. You can grab my copy here 👈🏻
We’re barely into 2025. The first quarter is wrapping up. You know how much can change in a few months? A lifetime’s worth. The key? Consistency. (Annoying, right? But it’s true.)
How to Escape the Sinkhole of Self-Pity
Want to feel less like garbage? Stop acting like garbage. I say that with love, but also—seriously.
Think about it:
- Sitting in a dark room all day? Recipe for feeling miserable.
- Watching strangers’ highlight reels online? That’s just self-inflicted torture.
- Eating junk food for comfort? Great way to hate your reflection even more.
- Engaging in mindless drama? Energy drain. No ROI.
- Complaining about life instead of building it? That’s just procrastination in disguise.
You want a different life? Start doing different things.
And I know, I know—it’s easier said than done. Change is brutal. Growth feels like dying, sometimes. But so does staying the same and watching the years slip away.
Final Thoughts? The Grind Is Ugly, But So Is Regret
At the end of the day, here’s what I believe:
- Life isn’t meant to be a loop of work, bills, sleep, repeat.
- We’re meant to create, to explore, to actually live—not just exist.
- Nature is healing. The ocean, the sun, the trees? They give us everything we need.
- We don’t need cheap dopamine (drugs, alcohol, porn, endless scrolling) to feel alive. We just need to reconnect.
- The only way out is through. The only way forward is consistency.
So, yeah, the journey is slow. The progress is barely visible. But quitting? That won’t speed things up.
1% every day. That’s it. That’s the cheat code.
You in?
