I used to wait for the “right” version of myself to show up—the more motivated, more organized, more impressive me. But lately I’ve realized that version never arrives. It’s just me, right now, deciding to begin anyway.
The hesitation doesn’t always disappear. But I can still move with it in my pocket. Some of my best ideas came when I wasn’t sure what I was doing—but I did it anyway.
What if ready isn’t a feeling, but a choice?