Today, something unexpected happened.

 Something small, silly, ordinary… and yet strangely profound.

My wife summoned me to the shops — the kind of summons where you immediately know your bank card is about to be used as emotional support. I went along, obedient as any husband who has lived long enough to recognize that “firm gaze” tone.

But the moment I stepped outside, the world shifted.

There it was.

A hardcopy of The Let Them Theory by Mel Robbins — bold green, shimmering gold, glowing like a beacon. I froze, jaw dropped, breath caught. I could swear the angels hummed a warm chord as the book all but dragged me into the shop.

And without hesitation, I bought it.
My own Christmas gift.
To myself.
From myself.
No guilt.
No second thoughts.
No waiting for approval.
Just… joy.

And maybe that’s the point of the entire theory.

A Lesson I Didn’t Know I Needed (Again)

When I was recently in the mental health clinic, we worked through the Let Them Theory. Not just in words — but hands-on, through art. We tore paper, layered textures, glued down scraps, and made mosaics symbolizing release.

Let them think what they want.

 Let them talk.

 Let them underestimate you.

 Let them go.

 Let them doubt you.

 Let them misjudge your silence for weakness.

 Let them have their opinions.

 Let them miss out on you.

My mosaic from that workshop now lives on my wife’s mirror — a reminder that letting go isn’t giving up; it’s choosing peace instead of proving a point.

Today, finding this book in the wild felt like a quiet nudge from the universe saying:

“You’re ready for the next layer.”

The Joy of Choosing Yourself

I’ve spent so many years being the person who absorbs emotional shrapnel like a sponge — desperate for belonging, terrified of rejection, carrying the weight of other people’s expectations.

But lately, something’s changed.

I make choices for myself.
I breathe when others rush.
I pause instead of panic.
I no longer set myself on fire to keep someone else warm.
Today, buying a book — that book — was not a small act.
It was a declaration.

I am choosing me.
I am choosing peace.
I am choosing growth.
I am choosing joy.

Santa can sit this one out.

A Final Thought

It’s funny how healing often happens in the quiet, unplanned moments.
Not during a big breakthrough.
Not during a dramatic revelation.
But in a bookstore aisle, under warm lights, when your heart recognizes something your mind hasn’t yet caught up to.
The Let Them Theory found me today.

And I let it.