Let Them. Let Me.

GROW is a word we hear all the time. But for me, it’s become something much more personal - more urgent. Not in a motivational, polished, life-coach way. But in a real, messy, uncomfortable, human way. The kind of growth that whispers “maybe it’s time to grow the f*ck up” - and doesn’t mean it as an insult, but as a call to take responsibility for your life.

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This blog is my space to figure that out.

It’s part journal, part therapy, part truth-telling. I write about how I see and experience life - from work to friendships, from family to love, and all the inner stuff that gets stirred up in between.

I’m not a coach. I’m not an expert. I’m just a person doing the work, trying to live more honestly, and writing through the process. If it helps someone else along the way, amazing. But mostly - I write this for me.

This is what it looks like, for me, to grow the f*ck up. No hacks. No answers. Just a human, still learning. Still becoming.

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Lately, there’s been a lot of talk online about “Let them” and “Let me.”

The idea sounds simple:

Let people show you who they are.

Let them go if they want to.

Let yourself feel.

Let yourself move on.

Let yourself grow.

I’ve been trying to live that way for years now - way before it became a TikTok phrase or a line in a self-help book. And honestly? It’s hard as hell. It hurts. Sometimes it backfires completely. You try to let go with grace, and instead, you’re left sitting alone feeling like shit… while the other person doesn’t even flinch.

Letting go isn’t a vibe. It’s a practice.

And no book is going to flip that switch overnight. It takes time - years, maybe decades -- and in the process, you lose people. Sometimes great people. People who mattered deeply for a moment in your life. And when they’re gone, it leaves a hole. And that hole? It’s a ball-buster to crawl out of.

I’ve been practicing “let them / let me” for nearly a decade now - and I’m still not great at it.

But lately, I’m noticing small shifts. The way I react. The way I respond. The way I move forward. That counts.

Some people move on quickly. Others circle the same pain for years, like a vulture stuck in flight - looping through the past, feeding off the same old wounds. They forget how to be grateful. How to appreciate the good. How to notice the small things that still make life beautiful.

That’s where real growth begins.

In the quiet moments where you choose to pay attention.

To notice the good.

To say thank you.

To let go without needing closure.

To let people be who they are - and to let yourself be, too.

Gratitude isn’t just a journal prompt. It’s a muscle.

You build it by noticing beauty in the ordinary.

By appreciating joy while it’s still happening.

By doing small acts of service.

By saying “thank you” - even when it feels awkward.

By being here, fully, in the moment.

Only then can “Let them / Let me” become more than a quote.

It becomes something you live.

So yeah. Grow the f*ck up - kindly.

With grace. With gratitude. And most of all, with yourself.

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Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let go and keep going. - Unknown

@alberteppo