I Got the Email of My Dreams & Realized I Never Believed I Deserved It

Sometimes the biggest breakthrough isn't getting the opportunity…it's finally believing you're worthy of it.

I was curled up in bed, phone charging on my nightstand, when the notification lit up my screen. An email from an agency wanting to represent me.

My first reaction? Excitement. Obviously. But the second? That quiet, cautious voice: Don’t get your hopes up.

Because that’s what we do, right? We hope quietly. We protect ourselves. We wait to see if it’s even real, if we like the agent, if the feeling’s mutual, if we’re even worthy.

So I had the call. They want to represent me. Then they mentioned they have a literary department. And my first thought? Wait, is this actually real?

That's when I realized: I never actually believed this could be my reality.

I mean, I've always dreamed big. I've told people I want to write a book, share my voice, build something real. I've taken the steps. I've shown up. But something strange happens (at least it did for me) when it's actually happening, like why was my first instinct shock instead of finally? Or why am I surprised when my boyfriend is shouting, "I told you this was coming!"

As much as I thought I believed in the power of my creativity, there was parts that apparently didn't...

Or when my friends casually throw out ideas like me directing my own film, or hyping me up about doing a documentary and I smile and say “that’d be cool,” like I’m not the main character in my own life?

Like maybe that dream life belonged to other people. People who are more connected, more confident, more… whatever.

You know what that is? That's a limiting belief. It's sneaky. Tells you to play small, whispers "Not yet" or "Not you." The moment you want to try something new, that inner doubt shows up: "You don't have time. You're not good enough. Someone else is already doing it better." 

That's how fast we talk ourselves out of our own potential.

And that’s why we have to do the inner work. (I could spiral on that for days, but let me stay focused.)

Here’s the kicker: I’m a big believer in other people. Give me five minutes with a stranger and I’ll gas them up like it’s my full-time job.

But when it comes to believing in my own gifts? My own voice? My own power? Crickets.

And yet belief is the only thing that actually moves the needle. Consistency gets hard when you don’t see results. Comparison shows up whether you invite it or not. But belief is the engine that keeps it all going.

Because to really say yes to the opportunity, to the dream, to the big life…you have to believe you’re worthy of it.

And that, my friends, is where I’m at. Not at the finish line. Not “there” yet. Just standing here, watching the next door swing open and choosing to walk through it.

Not because someone else believes in me. But because finally, I do too.

And if you’re reading this thinking your dream is too wild, too big, too extra, it’s not. The only thing that's 'too much' is how long we choose to play small.

Our life is not a someday thing. It's a right-now thing. So here's to late-night emails that change everything and to finally being ready for them.

Let’s go.