Stop Asking.
At some point, we stopped asking
“What do I want?”
and started asking
“Has someone been allowed to do this yet?”
NOT… can I quit, should I write, or am I dying inside.
But:
“Has a person with my age, my trauma, my follower count, my credit score, and my LinkedIn job title done this and survived?”
We turned existence into a group project.
And nobody wants to be the first one to raise their hand.
Of course not. That would be stupid.
The waiting room.
Look around. It’s full.
People waiting for their boss to accidentally say,
“You should go follow your dreams.” (LMFAO)
Writers waiting for a viral post to give them permission to call themselves writers.
Creators waiting for a blue-check stranger to validate their brain.
Partners waiting for their relationship to get “bad enough” to justify leaving.
Thinkers waiting for a trend before having a thought.
Everyone sitting quietly, refreshing reality like it’s a browser tab.
Try again in 30 seconds.
You’re pretty much asking permission to live.
The backwards legitimacy loop.
We flipped the order of becoming.
Old world:
Do the thing → get experience → earn credibility
New world:
Look credible → be allowed to do the thing → maybe get experience
So people think:
“I can’t start until I look like a founder.”
“I can’t write until I look like a writer.”
“I can’t leave until my exit looks respectable.”
Which traps everyone in donkey shit:
LinkedIn profiles without lives.
Instagram brands without businesses.
Substacks without books.
They aren’t scared of failing.
They’re scared of looking unserious while learning.
So nobody starts.
And that’s sucks.
We outsourced permission.
We didn’t used to live like this.
You used to just… do stuff.
Bad ideas.
Weird pivots.
Ugly first drafts.
Now everything needs:
a metric
an audience
a precedent
a screenshot
and a podcast
You’re waiting for social proof that you won’t be punished for being you.
So instead of asking,
“Is this killing me?”
you ask,
“Would this look reasonable if I had to explain it in a comment section?”
Which is how your biggest dream ends up stuck behind someone else’s LinkedIn approval.
The witness collapse.
We don’t trust anything that happens without an audience anymore.
You didn’t really travel unless you posted it.
You didn’t really grow unless someone liked it.
You didn’t really heal unless someone commented.
So people delay life until there’s a witness.
Which means:
No one starts privately.
No one experiments safely.
No one grows in silence.
Everything has to be performable from day one.
And that’s why so many people feel nothing while being busy:
Your life is being held against it’s will by how it would look online.
The punishment memory.
People watched what happened to those who moved too early.
They got mocked.
Ratioed.
Canceled.
Screenshot.
Archived forever.
So now everyone thinks:
“If I move before it’s approved, the internet will remember.”
This isn’t overthinking.
It’s totally trauma.
And it’s why so many people secretly believe:
You didn’t fail, you just waited to long to start that life moved on without you.
The optimization TRAP.
Every part of life is now measured:
engagement
conversion
monetization
alignment
brand fit
So nobody asks,
“Does this feel alive?”
They ask,
“Is this optimal?”
And that’s why this hurts so much.
Because you you lack permission to be disappointing while learning.
You don’t need permission when you trust your instincts.
You only need permission when you outsource them.
The timeline theft.
You’re comparing yourself to highlight reels,
algorithm boosted outliers,
edited success arcs,
and survivorship bias.
So your normal, messy, nonlinear growth feels illegal.
Which makes you wait longer.
Which makes you feel further behind.
Which then makes you wait even more.
That’s engineered.
The invisible class system.
Permission isn’t evenly distributed.
Some people feel allowed because they had safety nets, encouragement, and a room to be wrong in.
Others grew up learning:
Don’t risk.
Don’t want.
Don’t embarrass us.
So the permission crisis isn’t just psychological.
It’s also inherited.
And, your dreams aren’t unrealistic. They’re just inconvenient for people who benefit from you staying put.
The quiet violence of “maybe later”.
“I’ll do it when it makes sense.”
When I have more money.
When I have more followers.
When someone else proves it’s safe.
So your life becomes a draft:
Unsent emails.
Unwritten books.
Unlived exits.
Unchosen selves.
All because you’re waiting to be approved.
The exit is illegal, but hear me out.
There is no permission coming.
No certificate, green light, or a committee vote.
The system is designed to keep you almost ready forever.
So the truth is simple and brutal.
You didn’t miss your moment. You outsourced it.
Write before you feel legitimate.
Leave before you feel justified.
Speak before it sounds polished.
It’s sovereignty.
Take back one decision.
One sentence you don’t soften.
One version of yourself you stop waiting to be allowed to become.
It will feel illegal.
But that’s how you know it’s working.
Thank you!
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Another cracking article, bang on the money. This, I think also applies to the apparent surge in mental health related diagnoses. Me included as I am listed on my Doctors notes as Bipolar without any diagnosis but still feel like an imposter.
It is the very thing, though, that pushes me to attempt new challenges and not accept my own status quo.
Last night I emailed an energy company to get some information to get a Solar installation on the place I work part time.
I have bought some dj software to get mixing the music I make and love.
I am going to contact a local small farm and make a proposal to work on a compost system for them, and maybe turn it into a soil health school or as an example of regenerative practice.
I have bought my daughter some dj equipment and am going to advise her on music production.
I am building up a range of spice pastes and sauces to sell outside our house (after building a little ‘shop' out of waste wood…)
All this is terrifying and exhausting but seeing so many people following the herd, while Rome burns, frustrates me more.
I started, and lost, a business couple of years ago but this is a bagel of honour, not shame, as at least I got off my ass and did it.
Keep up the good work.
Mike
"It’s sovereignty"
Wonderful piece, Mariah. It's what we used to call authenticity. That battle between being who we are versus what's approved of has turned many dreams to ashes, but it's more vicious now within the instant algorithmic feedback loops of today. Thank you for your brilliant advocacy of creators.