Stop putting you on Hold

 Stop Putting You on Hold

This year—it’s personal.

So this morning, as I sat down to eat my post-workout breakfast (yes, a wealthy, protein-filled breakfast), I had a moment of clarity.

For years—okay, years—I carried around this self-sabotaging belief that I had to wait to go after my goals.
Wait until:

  • The kids were raised

  • My husband was healed

  • I was healed

  • We had the money

  • The bills were caught up

And the list goes on.

But here’s what I’m realizing now: I wasted precious years.
Years I could have been setting an example for my kids—showing them what it looks like to go after your goals.
Because I truly believe that more is caught than taught.
And instead, I caved. I put my desires and dreams on hold “for the good of my family”—or so I thought.

See, when you’re stuck in a broken mindset…
When you’re trapped in a lack or poverty mentality…
You don’t see clearly. Everything is filtered through survival.

Ever heard of beer goggles?
Well, poverty goggles are worse.
Because they don’t just come on when you’ve had too much to drink—
They stay on. All. The. Time.
They distort your vision, your identity, your future.
They are like scales on your eyes that blur every decision.

So, any time I tried to step forward—tried to chase my dreams—
Something would drag me back.
It felt like being a dog on a chain—
You run forward, full of excitement…
Only to be yanked back, reminded of your limits.

And the worst part?
I believed I was being humble.
I thought I was doing the right thing—by putting myself last.

But what happened when I lived that way?

I got extremely overweight and unhealthy.
I started (and quit) nineteen businesses.
I set a poor example for my kids by staying stuck in chaos.
And all the while, I lived in a home and a mindset that desperately needed healing—but I was too scared, too uninformed, or maybe both, to seek help.

Those poverty goggles kept me bound for years.

But not anymore.

Now, I see through a new lens.
God’s lens.
And with His clarity, I am determined to make the rest of my life count—for me.
And the bonus? As I rise, others will see, and maybe… they’ll get free too.

This build is personal.
It’s been my anthem for all of 2025.
I’ve broken chains, rejected lies, and begun crossing into my promised land.
Sure, there are still giants.
But with my new lenses, I only see victory—because of Who lives in me.

Look, I don’t even know if this all makes sense. But I said what I said.

This year—it’s personal.

Love y’all.
Now go check your lenses.

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