I know what’s required.

I know what’s needed.

I can even feel it.

I still don’t always match it.

I’m willing, but I’m human.

Sometimes, being human

means being out of sync

with the moment I’m in.

My words don’t land.

My tone comes in too sharp.

My silence stretches too long.

My timing misses the window.

I haven’t yet caught up

to the version of me

that can move how this moment needs.

That’s the ache.

To see what’s happening

and still feel misaligned inside it.

I’m right here.

With you. With me.

Not calibrated yet.

Sometimes the damage happens anyway.

Sometimes the opportunity passes.

Sometimes what could’ve been connected

gets missed.

That’s the cost.

Mine to pay in truth.

I want to be the kind of person

who can respond on time.

Who can see clearly and act cleanly.

I’m not always that person.

Not yet.

I’m walking toward them.

That version of me exists.

In glimpses.

In moments.

In the space between reaction and presence.

I stay in it.

To build the capacity to meet

what’s still coming.

Perfectly imperfectly.

Sometimes the most honest thing I can say is,

I missed it.

I don’t want to miss it again.

That’s what alignment sounds like.

That’s what the process of alignment

feels like.