I knew what was indicated.

Not all of it.

But enough.

Enough to act.

Enough to begin.

I didn’t even start.

Not because I didn’t care.

Not because I needed more time.

Not because it wasn’t indicated.

I traded clarity

for comfort.

I traded knowing

for delay.

I traded indicated

for familiar.

I found reasons.

I rehearsed them.

I called them logic.

I called them discernment.

They were hesitations.

Procrastination.

The cost of change

felt higher than the cost of staying stuck.

Even when I knew better.

Even when I was better.

Even when I’d said it out loud.

That’s the ache of awareness.

It doesn’t always bring motion.

Sometimes it brings the truth.

A gift of clarity.

A moment to close the gap

between knowing and moving.

A willingness test.

An opportunity to earn faith

in what was indicated.

Faith is the result

of a willingness test

expressed.