𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

Like that scene from Unbreakable where he’s testing the edges of his strength. That scene has always haunted me because in it, I saw myself too afraid to even pick up the barbell.

Scared of what I would see. And what it would mean. And the responsibility I assumed I would have to take on with it.

And I’m not even close to my edges. I can feel I’ve still only barely scratched the surface.

And the results are so insane that my brain is in shock. It’s literally having trouble digesting my reality.

At first, it felt so unreal I felt myself trying desperately to share every single win. Every single story. Every single outcome that is happening in record time.

But that got overwhelming quickly, and I found that there was fear at the root of it.

I was scared that it wasn’t real. How could this kind of magic - that is fully explained by science but rarely wielded with intention - actually be real? And because of that, I was afraid that if I didn’t share everything AS it was happening, it would disappear and never come back.

But it is. It keeps coming back.

And it keeps shattering all previous notions that I have about who I am and what I can do.

And mostly, this is a very private experience but it matters if you are where I was before I challenged myself.

It’s true what they say: if you want the world to be able to receive you, you have to receive yourself.

The practicalities of this are simple: if you can’t see yourself, you will keep yourself hidden and no one will be able to see you.

They’ll catch the edges of you. Like seeing a shadow through beveled glass.

They’ll say things like: I just like your energy.

There’s something different about you.

They’ll instinctively feel it. But they won’t be able to name it.

And your reach will go unknown and unnamed because you were afraid to see what you could ACTUALLY do when the gloves, and self-imposed limits came off.