Letting Go & Betting on Me…

Letting go sounds nice in theory, right? We like to pretend it’s as easy as posting a quote on Instagram and moving on. Letting go feels like unclenching your fists after holding on so long your fingers are stuck. It’s uncomfortable. It’s scary. It’s exhausting.

But here’s the kicker: the stuff we refuse to let go of, nine times out of ten, are not even worth the grip. The job you hate but keep because, “what if I don’t find better?” and “it pays the bills”. The relationship you keep trying to resuscitate even though it flatlined a long time ago. The version of yourself that plays it safe because, heaven forbid, you actually bet on yourself and win.

Betting on yourself is wild because it feels like gambling with no guarantee. But truthfully, isn’t playing it safe a gamble too? You can stay in the same spot for years and end up broken in spirit, broken in joy, and sometimes broken financially. At least when you bet on yourself, you’re giving yourself a shot at more.

And listen, I know scary. I’ve been in the DMV for 15 years. I’ve done the grind, tried the stable route, played the game. But it’s time to be honest, this chapter is over. I’m packing up my life, saying my goodbyes, and heading back to the root of where life started for me—California. Not because I have every step mapped out (I don’t), but because holding onto something that’s run its course is no longer an option.

This move is my bet. My “all in.” My way of telling life, “Yeah, I’m terrified, but I’m still showing up for me.”

If you’re reading this and clutching onto something you know you should release, let this be your sign. Because if I can uproot my entire life and roll the dice on myself, you can let go of that dead-end situation too.

Oh and, California, I’m on my way. And this time? I’m betting everything on me.

*Alexa play “Hotel California”*