Let Me Speak to the Manager!

Surrender? Yeah, not exactly my strong suit. Control has always felt safer… until it started feeling like a full-time job I never applied for. In this episode, I get real about my struggle with letting go — and the weird little mental trick that’s been helping me: I just say, “Manager.” Inspired by those teenage retail workers who DGAF when a Karen starts yelling — they just call the manager because they’re not getting paid enough to deal with that bullshit. Same. I’m not getting paid enough (spiritually, emotionally, energetically) to carry all this shit on my own. So I mentally hand it off to God/Universe/Whatever with a “Not my job. Manager!” So now when I hit a wall, instead of white-knuckling through it, I mentally hand it over to the big boss upstairs. Call it God, the Universe, Divine Order, or just your inner peace — whatever works. This one’s for the control freaks, the fixers, the overthinkers — come laugh, cry, and maybe even practice letting go with me.