I want to feel ready.
Settled.
Like I’ve thought it through.
Planned it well.
Earned my peace with the risk.
That feeling never comes.
Not really.
When it does,
it usually means the move was too small.
Readiness is a myth
I use to delay the decision.
To avoid the discomfort
of what might happen.
I say I’m being wise.
Measured.
Mature.
I’m waiting.
Waiting for what?
Permission?
A sign?
A guarantee?
My experience has revealed
if there’s no concern,
it might not be the right move.
It’s probably not a real move.
The loop of waiting for readiness
is how we avoid.
Avoid risking what matters.
Avoid leaving the comfort of the known.
What helps me shift is remembering:
Fear is part of the process,
of entering the unknown.
It means start here.
Start scared.
Start small.
Start before I’m ready.
Ready isn’t real.
It’s a preference.
Action is what my clarity is ready for.