Here’s the thing: Nothing feels normal at first.
When you start anything new, you’re going to wobble. You’re going to feel clumsy. You’re going to second-guess yourself. And the temptation is to think: oh, maybe this isn’t for me. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Most people never make it out of the beginner phase — because they’re sold motivation, not a map. But the ones who do? They know something different.They don’t just want confidence. They want to walk into a room and own it to make money in a way that makes people whisper, ‘How the hell did she pull that off? Think about riding a bike. None of us hopped on and rode away like some kind of prodigy. We started with training wheels. We crashed. We got scraped up. And yeah, it hurt. But the desire—the freedom of riding on our own—was bigger than the fear of falling. So we kept getting back on. Same with driving. At first it was terrifying—both hands glued to the wheel, music off, silence in the car, every move felt life or death. But what kept you going? Motivation. Because you knew what was on the other side. And let’s be real—if you’re over 16 (you are), you remember that feeling. Your driver’s license in your hand felt like a million-dollar check. It wasn’t just a card. It was independence. It was freedom. It was a whole new life opening up to you. And that, my love, is what being willing to be a beginner actually gives you. It’s not about skipping the awkward part—it’s about enduring it long enough to reach the confidence, the ease, the freedom on the other side. The same is true in your business. Your money. Your calling. The first posts feel awkward. The first offers feel clunky. The backend work feels endless and unseen. And most of the world will only notice you once you’ve been doing it a while. They’ll show up in your “season four” and say, must be nice. How many series have you discovered in season 4? That's my point. Or you find someone to follow on instagram when they have a bunch of followers and you are like.. where have they been? But the truth? It wasn’t magic. It wasn’t luck. It was you being willing to wobble, to crash, to keep showing up, to endure the unseen part long enough that now, when they finally notice, you’re already confident.