02/10/2026
I used to tell myself I’d start when I had more time.
I said it about everything.
I’d take adult dance classes when I had time.
I’d learn that music recording software when life slowed down.
I’d meal prep and finally do that fitness competition when my schedule opened up.
But somehow, time never did open up. And I felt this ache in my bones like when you been working outside in the cold all day and can't quite warm up.
There was always laundry to fold, kids to tuck in, messages to answer, meals to make. By the time I sat down, the spark I’d felt earlier was buried under exhaustion and guilt.
If I had more time, I told myself, then I’d start.
If I knew more, then I could share more.
If I felt ready, then I could finally do the things that tugged at my heart.
Every one of these had two things in common: time commitment and fear of that time commitment.
It was a tug of war between excitement and fear.
The excitement whispered, what if this works out?
The fear hissed back, what if you fail and everyone sees it?
Both voices spoke something real.
What I didn’t realize then was how much energy I was spending in that in-between place, circling, planning, hesitating, instead of actually living.
Delay isn’t rest. It’s resistance disguised as protection.
And it drains you quietly.
Some of those things that I didn’t have time to do before, I’ve finally done now, and they’ve been deeply fulfilling.
Sometimes the only way to get your energy back
is to stop waiting for the perfect time
and begin exactly where you are. 🌿