The Art of Letting Yourself Be Seen
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A Morning That Almost Didn’t Happen
I almost didn’t get out of bed this morning.
Not because I was depressed (i was) I was just... heavy.
The kind where you wake up and everything feels like too much.
My brain was doing the ADHD shuffle — a little guilt, a little chaos, a little “should I rearrange my entire life before coffee?” energy. My phone was lighting up with reminders I didn’t want to deal with: client emails, bills, random notes and ideas that felt important last night but now feel like a fever dream.
And somewhere in between “check email” and “burn it all down,” I realized something — I’ve been hiding.
Not on purpose. It kind of snuck up on me.
Isolating into my cave. Waiting until I feel “ready.” Trying to look like I’ve got it together when, spoiler alert, I absolutely do not.
The Fear of Being Seen
There’s a weird comfort in staying invisible.
If I don’t post, I can’t be judged.
If I don’t launch it, it can’t fail.
If I keep waiting, I get to stay in control — because no one sees me mid-process.
But that’s also where all the good stuff happens.
In the chaos.
I can’t count how many drafts I’ve written and deleted, how many designs or stories I’ve kept private because I thought, Who am I to make this while I’m still figuring it out?
But maybe that’s just it — we’re always figuring it out. The people who look like they’ve “arrived” are just better at showing their mess. Or more accurately, they've put in the work and made more mistakes.
The Tiny Shift
So that morning, I made coffee, threw my hair up, and posted something real.
And honestly? I felt naked.
But also kind of... free.
There’s something wild about showing up without armor.
About saying, “Here I am. Still learning. Still tired. Still human. Still showing up.”
What I’m Learning About Visibility
Maybe being seen isn’t about chasing attention.
Maybe it’s just about telling the truth.
About letting people see you in the middle of things — before the happy ending, before the polished version.
Because when I hold myself back waiting to feel perfect, I’m not protecting myself. I’m just delaying my own growth.
That’s not the vibe anymore.
The New Brave
So yeah — here we are.
Hiding is so much more exhausting.