Lemme tell you straight. Ten years ago, I was scared as hell to hit that Go Live button. Took me two damn weeks just to get my head right. I ain’t talking about tech problems—I’m talking about fear. Fear of lookin’ foolish. Fear of falling flat. Fear of people laughing while I learned.
But I knew something deep down: if I didn’t do it every day, I’d never do it at all. So I made a deal with myself. Thirty minutes. Just thirty minutes a day. That’s it. That was my contract.
I didn’t tell nobody. Kept it in the shadows. I wanted to fail in private, sweat in private, so by the time the fellas caught on, I’d already be in the groove. I wasn’t chasing glory. I wasn’t trying to be the biggest. I just wanted to belong to the work.
And yeah, I got beat up. I looked awkward. I stumbled through songs, through words, through streams that barely had an echo on the other end. But I kept coming back. Kept pressing that button. Kept betting on the long haul.
Ten years later, I’ve seen folks come and go. Some went greedy—streaming hours on end, chasing numbers like junkies. Most of them burned out quick. Me? I was the turtle. Slow. Steady. Thirty minutes a day. I stayed.
And here’s the confession: that little half-hour changed my life. I ain’t counting how many streams, or how many eyes watched. I’m counting the fact that I’m still here. That I’m still standing in front of that same red light, still showing up even when I don’t feel like it.
Now I got TikTok knocking, talking about shops and two-hour streams. And I’ll be honest—I don’t know if I got that in me. Maybe I do. Maybe I’ll have to psych myself up like I did back then, whispering in the mirror for two weeks before I try it. But I know this: I ain’t done yet.
So here’s to ten years of fear, sweat, and stubbornness. Ten years of proving to myself that I could. Happy anniversary to the blues, to the grind, to every damn “Go Live” I’ve ever hit.
And to you, if you’re reading this—what’s the thing you’ve been scared to start, but deep down you know it’s time?