Listen up, gorgeous. We need to talk about that gnarly feeling of being invisible – you know, that ice-cold bitch of an emotion that's been riding shotgun with you lately. Yeah, that one.
Here's the truth bomb you didn't ask for but desperately need: I've been feeling like a ghost in my own damn life. And not the cool, haunting-your-ex kind. More like the "did my Instagram suddenly break?" kind. The "why isn't anyone responding to my genius offers?" kind. The "maybe I should crawl back to corporate America" kind of invisible.
(Spoiler alert: We're not doing that last one. Put down the Indeed app, sister.)
The Shame Spiral is Real (But It's Not Your Final Destination)
Let's get brutally honest here. When you're knee-deep in debt for your "expensive dream" (that's starting to feel more like an expensive hobby), and your social media posts are getting less attention than a vegetarian at a BBQ joint, it's easy to spiral. Trust me, I know. The third anniversary of my mom's passing, combined with some recent losses and a business offer that bombed harder than a bad first date – it's been A Week.
And can we talk about those "entrepreneurs" on social media? You know the ones – posting their "casual" yacht photos and dropping screenshots of their "$35k months" like they're sharing grocery lists? I'm calling bullshit. Not because it's impossible, but because this highlight reel culture is toxic AF, and I'm not here for it anymore.
Plot Twist: The Answer Isn't "Hustle Harder"
Here's where I'm supposed to tell you to "push through" or "grind harder" or whatever bootstrap nonsense is trending on LinkedIn this week. But nah. That's not our jam today.
Instead, I'm doing something radical:
Putting down the sales scripts
Stepping away from the "manifest your millions" echo chamber
Getting back to my altar practices (yes, really)
Reconnecting with lunar cycles (because the moon doesn't give a fuck about your engagement rates)
Actually dealing with my nervous system instead of numbing it with another course purchase
The Plot Plot Twist: Being Invisible Might Be Your Superpower
When you're invisible, you get to rebuild without an audience. You get to fuck up without a highlight reel. You get to figure out who you are when nobody's watching the story.
And let's be real – while everyone else is busy crafting their perfect "I made six figures while sleeping" narrative, you're here, getting uncomfortable with the truth. That's not failure, babe. That's fucking courage.
The Bottom Line (Because We're All Adults Here)
If you're feeling invisible, congratulations. You've just been handed a golden ticket to get real with yourself. To strip away the bullshit. To build something authentic in a world of plastic promises and manufactured success stories.
So here's to:
Not trusting the externals when your internals are screaming for attention
Calling out the unhinged manifestation culture for what it is
Getting comfortable with being uncomfortable
Finding that passionate spark again (even if it takes some awkward fumbling in the dark)
Because sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is admit that you're not feeling very powerful at all.
P.S. If this resonated with you, you're my kind of people. The ones who aren't afraid to get real, get messy, and maybe throw a middle finger at the status quo while we're at it.
I’ve always found fumbling in the dark to be my sexiest flexes 😉. Many times tho it’s after the fact that this becomes apparent. Thanks for these powerful permission slips. So welcomed. So valuable.