You Are Responsible for Yourself

Universal Secret Number Zero: No One’s Coming

And That’s Okay

So here’s the thing I keep circling back to lately: no one is coming to save me. 

Not in a dramatic, end-of-the-world kind of way. Just in the quiet, everyday sense. Like, no one’s going to magically show up and organize my life or make me drink more water or tell me to stop doomscrolling at 04:47 a.m. on a Tuesday. 

That’s on me. 

All of it.

And at first, that realization hit like a cold splash of water.

Kind of rude, honestly.

I wanted to argue with it. Like, surely someone should be helping me figure this out, right? But the more I sat with it, the more it started to feel… not scary, but freeing. Because if no one’s coming, then I don’t have to wait.

I can just start.

I can mess up. I can try again. I can pivot. I can take the wheel and drive straight into the unknown and it’s still better than sitting in the passenger seat hoping someone else knows the way.

It’s wild how much power is tucked inside the word “accountability.”

I used to think it meant blame. Like, “You’re accountable” = “You messed up.” But now I’m seeing it more like, “You’re accountable” = “You’re in charge.”

And being in charge of your own life?

That’s kind of the whole point, isn’t it?

I don’t have it all figured out. I still procrastinate. I still make weird choices.

But I own them now.

And that ownership? 

That’s the beginning of everything.