The other night I was flipping through an old journal from 2021 when I came across this little gem:
“Become UNFUCKWITHABLE right now and just go all in on what I want to do, what lights me up and what I’m passionate about. I need to trust that I will attract the right people to me and if the people around me now don’t like it, they will fall by the wayside. DROP THE FEAR — BECOME UNFUCKWITHABLE!”
Whew. That version of me was on one – and I bloody love her for it.
She didn’t have it all figured out (spoiler: neither do I now), but she was clear. Fierce. Determined. And apparently, full of sass.
I don’t remember exactly what I’d been reading – could’ve been The Code of the Extraordinary Mind, or any number of other dog-eared self-help books I’d devoured – but something had lit a fire in me that night. A reminder that the life and business I wanted wouldn’t come from being small, careful, or palatable. It would come from showing the hell up and trusting that the people who needed what I had to offer would find me.
Somewhere between then and now, I forgot.
Not all at once, but little by little. A wobble here. A flopped launch there. Crickets on a post I’d poured my heart into. The slow burn of wondering if I was talking to an empty room. It creeps in, that self-doubt. That “who am I to do this?” voice that gets louder the closer you get to something meaningful.
But that journal entry? That was a shout from my past self. A nudge. A slap on the arse with a sparkle of glitter.
Unfuckwithable, defined
The word itself is usually credited to Vishen Lakhiani (founder of Mindvalley) – he describes being unfuckwithable as:
“Truly at peace and in touch with yourself. Nothing anyone says or does bothers you. No negativity can touch you.”
But for me, it’s always meant something a bit grittier. It’s the kind of grounded, cheeky resilience that says:
- I’m here.
- I believe in what I’m building.
- I’m doing this whether you like it or not.
And that’s what I needed to remember
Because I’ve spent the past few months quietly building something I believe in so deeply it makes me feel a bit sick to put it out there. The Growth Nexus. The Collective. All the planning tools, pep talks, and journal prompts I’ve spent years needing – I finally made them. And now it’s real.
But pressing publish is terrifying. Putting it out there, inviting people in, and hearing nothing back? Even worse.
And that’s the moment you have to decide – do you believe in it enough to keep going, even when it’s quiet?
Do you trust yourself enough to stay in the room? Do you let your why shout louder than your wobbles?
This post is a reminder – to me, and maybe to you
To come back to what lights you up. To stop making yourself smaller for the comfort of people who don’t get it. To remember that fear is part of the process, not a reason to quit.
So I’m pinning that 2021 journal entry to my metaphorical vision board this week. I’m holding onto her words. I’m choosing, again, to become unfuckwithable.
Because I’ve wasted too many months waiting to feel ready.
And you know what?
I am. You might be too.
So here’s your permission slip – from me, from past-you, from anyone who’s ever felt the pull to do something that scares the hell out of them:
DROP THE FEAR. BECOME UNFUCKWITHABLE.
The rest will figure itself out.
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