I’ve always been a little… delusional. Growing up, I remember being called a “poor little rich girl,” and somehow that never bothered me. I didn’t let people or circumstances tell me what was possible for my life. In my mind, everything was accessible. Everything was feasible. Flying to the moon? Not a problem. A vacation on my own private island? Obviously. That was me.

The funny thing is, I never thought of it as delusion. I genuinely saw myself as someone good things followed and chased down. Opportunity always felt available to me. Failure? No. Experience? Absolutely. I didn’t deny challenges existed I just believed they’d eventually work out in my favor. And somehow… they usually did.

Even the hard stuff felt useful. Good or bad, it was all good for me. That belief took the fear out of the equation. When you trust that things are working for you, not against you, the worst-case scenario suddenly doesn’t feel so scary. It just feels like another path, another plot twist, another lesson.

Because of that, I don’t stay stagnant out of fear. I move. I try. I leap. And I love that about myself. No matter how things look, I’m curious enough to see where they lead. And if I have to pivot? That’s fine too. Pivots are good. Sometimes they’re where the magic is hiding 💛