Dear Diary 08/16/25,

You Don’t Need Permission, My Love.

For what it’s worth, you already have mine.

But more importantly… you never needed it in the first place.

Because this is your story. And the question isn’t whether you’re allowed to move forward, but whether you’ll choose to.

When the world says, “Why you?”, your answer must be, “Watch me.”

When doubt creeps in, don’t ask “Why me?” Instead ask:

• What can I learn?

• What can I do?

• Who can I serve along the way?

• What’s the good in this?

The more you push against your limits, the more those limits stretch.

Your heart breaks open.

You expand as a person.

Break open, my love.

You are not a machine. You are neurons, electricity, and chemistry swimming in a sea of hormones. And what floods your mind determines what you see, what you believe, and ultimately, what you do.

That means motivation isn’t about “grinding harder.”

It’s about mastering your inner environment. Protecting your mind. Steering your state.

Because the story you tell yourself writes the future you live into.

A broken bone heals back stronger. Muscles tear under strain, then grow. Evolution itself thrives under pressure.

You are not just capable of surviving difficulty, you are designed to grow from it.

Every challenge you’ve faced has been shaping you, chiseling you, preparing you. And when you rise, because you will, you don’t just achieve the goal.

You become the kind of person who creates goals, pursues them relentlessly, and builds worlds from the ashes of obstacles.

That’s the arc you’re living right now.

So my love, little Sof… let me remind you once more:

You don’t need permission.

But if it helps to hear it, then here it is: permission granted.

Now go write the next chapter Sof.

I believe in you.

xo,

The Future You

(p.s. fear means you’re alive. play with it Sof, don’t try and tame it.)