#3: When Everyone Else is Getting Rich Fast and I’m Still Figuring It Out
Lately, I’ve been feeling this heavy, uncomfortable pressure settle in my chest. It comes up when I see people online sharing how they made $200,000 in a month from their blog, or how they started an online business and now they’re living in Bali, completely free.
And I’m over here… just trying to figure out how to write something that feels honest.
It’s not that I don’t want financial freedom. I do. Deeply.
It’s just that I’m not trying to build a brand—I’m trying to build myself.
I’m still healing. Still peeling back layers. Still trying to understand my relationship with food, with work, with self-worth. And that doesn’t exactly turn into a six-figure course in six weeks.
But that doesn’t stop the shame from creeping in. There are moments where I look at my own blog, my own pace, my own quiet effort—and feel like I’m not doing enough. Like I’m already behind. Like if I were “really” meant to do this, it would be showing up as money by now.
The Pressure to Be a “Success Story”
It’s everywhere.
The 7-figure entrepreneurs, the viral creators, the girl who just wanted to be helpful and now makes millions sharing Canva templates and email lists. I don’t judge them—in fact, a part of me admires it. But another part of me feels this deep ache, this confusion, this frustration.
Because I’m not just building a business.
I’m building trust with myself.
I’m learning how to feel safe in my body again.
I’m unlearning what it means to be productive, worthy, or “valuable” based on output.
And that kind of process? It doesn’t go viral. It doesn’t always convert.
But it’s what’s real for me.
I’m Still Trying to Understand My Version of Success
I’ve realized that every time I try to speed up to match someone else’s story, I start losing connection to my own. I start writing from performance instead of presence. I start pushing instead of listening. And then I burn out—because I wasn’t actually doing it for me.
I’m starting to understand that just because someone made a ton of money fast doesn’t mean that’s my path. And it doesn’t make mine any less valid.
Some days I still feel jealous.
Some days I still wish it were easier.
But I’m learning to meet that part of me with compassion instead of shame.
Because what I’m building might not be fast, but it’s true. And I think that counts for something.
For Now, This is What I'm Practicing
I’m trying to stay grounded in my own why.
I’m trying to write even when no one’s reading.
I’m trying to trust that building slowly, with care and alignment, will lead to something meaningful—even if it’s not impressive on paper yet.
And I’m trying to remind myself that I’m allowed to still be healing while I create.
I don’t need to be a success story to be worthy.
I just need to keep showing up.
For me.