You’ve Got to Make Yourself Uncomfortable to Get Exactly What You Want!
I’m no prophet, I’m no priestess — but I know I am a divine being with purpose.
Being uncomfortable is hard, especially when the world tells you that survival means dimming your light and hiding your gifts. I’ve waited patiently for quite some time now, but I’ve finally realized: life only expands when you make yourself uncomfortable.
Passion, purpose, prosperity — that’s the trinity of truth I’ve come to know. The world doesn’t define who I am. My abundance is already inside me. I came here with every tool I need, yet I was conditioned to believe that everything outside of me is what makes me thrive. It’s not.
Comfort is cozy, safe, and familiar — but what if I told you that the very thing that can set you free is staring back at you in the mirror?
It’s you.
For months, I chased the illusion that I needed a job to feel secure. But the security was already within me. There are countless people out there searching for work, feeling defeated by a system that’s broken. The job market is wild right now — seriously, who’s out here looking for candidates with five years of AI experience when AI itself barely hit the scene? What a joke. And honestly, the people posting those jobs should be ashamed.
So, I told myself: LaToyia, maybe you’re just too damn good to sit under these corporate jokes.
Back to the writing board. Back to my truth. Because I know everything is happening for me — not to me. My abundance lies in my writing, in speaking my truth even when it’s uncomfortable, even when it’s ugly.
I had a dream recently, and my higher self said, “How can you work for someone who doesn’t even like you?”
Whew. GOLD.
So, I quit that temporary job. Because once again, it was a joke. (And funny enough, they said they were giving my role to someone’s niece — I’m sure the 20-year-old has five years of AI experience too, right?)
Here’s the thing: it gets better when you let go of the illusion of safety — when you stop forcing yourself to fit into spaces that don’t see your light. You have to do what makes you happy. You have to chase what brings you joy and freedom.
I’ve been blessed and fortunate over the years, but now I’m reclaiming my power — taking back my time, putting pen to pad, and freeing myself from the BS. Today, I said to myself: I need to write. I need to release this frustration of not belonging in a world that wasn’t built for me to thrive.
And then — confirmation. I stumbled across the poem “Howl.” The universe never misses. That poem, written in 1955 and banned for obscenity, expressed how social constraints and modern culture destroy great minds. Sound familiar?
Because that’s what we’re still facing — just modernized. From childhood, we’ve been programmed to stay comfortable. Sit still. Follow rules. Work eight hours a day. Play it safe. But what if that “safety” is the very thing killing our creativity?
Everything we came here with — our gifts, our wonder, our power — gets buried under expectations. Now, as adults, we’re being called to remember. To return to our youthfulness. To the spark that once made us us.
We are powerful beyond measure — individually and collectively. But when we let comfort box us in, when we shrink our brilliance to fit the mold, we weaken the collective.
We are connected — mind, body, and spirit.
And the world knows that if we ever fully awaken and use them together, we become unstoppable.
Make yourself uncomfortable this week. Write something raw. Speak something real. Do one thing your old self would’ve avoided. Then tell me what shifted. Let’s manifest freedom – together!