For the past few nights, I’ve been having nightmares.

Not random ones.

But the kind that leave you with a lump in your throat when you wake up.

In one, my 3-year-old son was standing in the middle of the road.

Oblivious.

A car came speeding toward him.

I tried to yell. I tried to reach.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

He was okay in the end. But the fear stuck with me.

Another night, I dreamt there was a stranger—a homeless man—living in our house.

Filthy room, broken window, beer bottles, and stains.

He wasn’t violent.

But he wasn’t supposed to be there.

And I was the one who had to seal the window and reclaim the space.

I didn’t think much of it… until it kept happening.

Every dream carried a sense of vulnerability, loss of control, or danger just out of reach.

So I asked myself a question:

Who am I trying to protect that I feel vulnerable about right now?

The answer came fast.

My family.

My wife, who’s a full-time homemaker.

My son, whose future I want to guard and expand.

I’m the only one earning.

And I’m juggling multiple things—

a full-time role, side projects, property investing, Career Creators, daily content, and even prepping for my real estate license.

All in service of one thing:

Protection.

Not just financial.

But time.

Freedom.

Security.

The ability to give my family and my clients space to grow without fear.

And then another voice spoke.

One I hadn’t heard in a while.

“Don’t worry. I got you. I always have.”

“Even if things fall, we’ll rebuild.”

“You don’t need to stay on guard all the time. That’s my job.”

“Go create. Go serve. Go meet the world with open hands.”

“We have a strong foundation. Just try your best. That’s what matters.”

That voice?

That was my Protector Self speaking to my Creator Self.

And it reminded me:

Sometimes the part of you that worries isn’t the enemy.

It’s your guardian.

It just wants you to know: You’re safe to create.

Because someone’s watching the door.