The Day I Decided to Bet on Myself

Let’s talk about fear for a second. Fear is a sneaky little devil. It doesn’t show up with flashing lights and warning signs—it’s subtle. It seeps into your mind when you’re folding laundry, whispering that you’re not enough. It shows up when you’re staring at your

bank account, convincing you that your dreams are just that—dreams.

But here’s the thing about fear—it’s a damn liar. And for far too long, I let it run the show. When my son’s dad vanished, I thought fear had won. I thought I was about to be swallowed whole by the uncertainty, by the weight of being the sole provider, by the

massive responsibility of raising a little boy on my own. But as much as fear wanted to take the wheel, I wasn’t about to let it drive me off a cliff.

There came a day when I looked at myself in the mirror, tired and worn out, and I realized something important: No one’s coming to save you. I had to save myself. And that’s the day I made the decision to bet on myself.

The Struggle Before the Breakthrough

Before we get to the inspirational part, let’s rewind a bit. It wasn’t like I woke up one day and suddenly had this grand epiphany. Nope. It took some serious soul-searching, some nights crying into my pillow, and a lot of hard truths. I was scared. Scared of failing,

scared of letting my son down, scared of not being able to keep it all together. Fear wrapped around me like a blanket, and not the cozy kind—the suffocating, can’t-breathe kind.

I had just launched Luxe Brows, and let me tell you, starting a business is a whole new level of hustle. It’s a grind. People think you open your doors, slap a cute logo on the window, and suddenly clients are lining up around the block. Wrong. I spent months

grinding, trying to get people to even know my business existed. I passed out flyers, posted on social media, and even did a few free brows just to get my name out there. My hustle was fierce, but my doubt was fiercer. I was staring down a mountain of bills, wondering if I was in way over my head. And I’ll be real—there were moments when I thought about quitting. Moments when I thought about going back to a regular 9-to-5 job, something safe, something predictable.

But the idea of giving up on this thing I had poured my heart into? That hurt more than any failure ever could. That’s when I knew I had to make a choice.

Taking the Leap

I remember the exact moment I decided to bet on myself. I was sitting at my kitchen table, a cup of cold coffee in front of me, my son’s laughter in the background, and a pile of bills staring me down like they were daring me to blink. I was exhausted—mentally, physically, emotionally. But as I sat there, something inside me shifted. I realized I had two

options: keep living in fear, or go all-in on myself.

It wasn’t some dramatic movie moment where the clouds parted and I had a grand revelation. It was quiet. It was just me deciding that I was done letting fear control my life. I had already lost so much—my partner, my sense of security, the life I thought I’d have.

What else could fear possibly take from me? Nothing. The worst had already happened, and I was still standing. So I made a decision. I was going to bet on myself. I wasn’t just going to keep the lights on I was going to make Luxe Brows thrive. I wasn’t going to scrape by—I was going to build something that made me proud. And I wasn’t going to survive—I was going to win.

Betting on Yourself Means Betting on the Unknown

Now, let me be clear: betting on yourself doesn’t mean the fear goes away. Oh no, fear is still there, sitting in the back row, waiting for you to trip up. But what betting on yourself does is turn the volume down on fear. It reminds you that you’re the one in control. And that’s exactly what I did. I started making moves. Real moves. I invested in better tools and training, even when my bank account was screaming at me not to. I signed up for every webinar and seminar I could find on marketing, branding, and customer service. I went out of my way to make Luxe Brows a brand people couldn’t ignore. I got scrappy. I didn’t have a fancy marketing budget, but I had Instagram, and I had grit. I made my clients feel like queens the minute they walked through my door. I

poured every ounce of energy into making sure every brow I touched was a masterpiece. I wasn’t just offering a service—I was building relationships, building trust. And slowly but surely, it started to pay off.

The Fear of Success

Here’s something people don’t talk about: the fear of success. You’d think the fear would disappear once things started going right, but nope, it’s still there, just in a different costume. Because when success finally shows up, you’re left wondering, “Can I really keep this up? What if I can’t deliver? What if I’m not cut out for this?” I had to learn to trust myself, to believe that I could keep going, that I could handle

the success I had worked so hard for. It wasn’t easy. I had spent so long just surviving that thriving felt like uncharted territory. But once I made that decision to go all-in, I couldn’t turn back.

The Lesson: Betting on Yourself Isn’t Just a Choice, It’s a Lifestyle

Betting on myself wasn’t a one-time decision—it’s a lifestyle. It’s waking up every day and choosing to keep going, even when the road feels uncertain. It’s about recognizing that you don’t have all the answers, but you’re willing to figure it out as you go. It’s trusting that you’ve got what it takes to build something meaningful, even when doubt creeps in.

For me, betting on myself meant showing my son that life doesn’t have to break you. That when people leave, when things fall apart, you still have the power to build yourself back up. It’s about showing him that his mom isn’t just surviving—she’s thriving. And that’s the real win. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about the money or the business. It’s about showing my son that no matter what life throws at you, you can bet on yourself—and win.