Shhh. Come closer.

I learned something in a nap that I need to tell you.

Shhh. Come closer. I learned something in a nap that I need to tell you.

You Don’t Have to Earn Your Dream. You Just Have to Let It Exist.

Here’s what I finally learned the hard way.

You don’t earn it. You don’t prove it. You don’t justify it to your practical brain, your anxious Aunt Linda, or that entire committee of imaginary critics who apparently have nothing better to do than live rent-free in your head.

You just get to dream it.

Full stop.

Dreams don’t die from age. They don’t die from circumstance or bad timing or the years you spent doing everything for everybody else.

They die from being cross-examined.

You had a dream, and instead of letting it breathe you immediately dragged it into a performance review. Demanded a business plan. Interrogated it for viability. Asked it to prove itself before it even had a chance to sit down.

No wonder it went quiet.

I know this because I did it to myself. For two years.

I’d been toying with YouTube — picking it up, putting it down, telling myself it was just a play toy, nothing serious, not really my thing. Every time the idea surfaced I cross-examined it right back into the corner. What’s the strategy? What’s the format? What’s the point if you’re not going to commit?

So I didn’t commit. I just kept it small and slightly embarrassing in the back of my mind.

I learned that yesterday afternoon. Dead asleep on a feather pillow. A long, deep nap — the kind where your soul apparently schedules its own meetings without you. And when I came back to the surface I heard it. Clear. Unhurried. Certain.

You get to do what you’ve always dreamed. Talk to people on video.

Not as a content plan. As a joy. As the thing I was actually made to do — storytelling, art, writing, life — all woven together in long form video the way it actually lives inside me.

And here’s the part I’m most proud of, and I want you to hear it carefully.

I am not pushing toward a finish line. Which means there is no grind. There is only the sheer joy of doing what I love, at the pace my soul can actually sustain.

I’ve already shot b-roll. I’m ready to edit my first long form video. And I have zero urgency about when it’s done — only excitement about what it’s becoming.

That’s what Get To did. Not a pep talk. Just permission.

And permission changed everything.

Which brings me to you.

What have you been cross-examining back into the corner? What dream have you been keeping small because you couldn’t justify it to your practical brain or your anxious Aunt Linda or that committee living rent free in your head?

Here’s what I want you to try instead. Just a string of What Ifs — the kind that feel like permission instead of pressure.

What if I get to dream about this with love instead of judgment?

What if I get to turn down the Negative Nellie channel — not forever, just for right now?

What if I get to say hello to my dream like it’s a real thing I’m allowed to talk to?

What if I get to want this for one full minute without demanding a timeline or a return on investment?

What if I get to picture myself actually living it — not someday, but right now, in my body, in my nervous system, in the part of me that still remembers wanting things?

What if I get to keep it private for a while, like a jewel in my pocket that belongs only to me?

That last one is underrated. Not every dream needs an audience before it needs air.

Here’s what happens when you stop cross-examining and start allowing. The dream uncurls. It takes up space. And action — real action, not frantic desperate doing — becomes easier. Not huge action. Not burn-your-life-down action. Just the next true step. The kind that creates momentum without dragging your soul behind it.

You don’t have to be ready.

You don’t have to have it all figured out.

You don’t have to justify it to a single living soul.

You just get to begin.

I learned that this morning. In a nap.

And honestly? That’s always been enough.

One more thing.

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She’s still in there.

And she’s been remarkably patient.

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No hustle. No grind. No Aunt Linda energy.

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You are not too late.

You are not too old.

You are not too anything.

You are mighty welcome.

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