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Greeting dear friends & fellow navigators, & welcome to my world this week. For the longest time, I often waited for the perfect moment ~ a time when everything would finally fall into place. A fresh start. A morning where I would wake up calm, steady, & certain, ready to begin without fear tightening in my chest. I kept asking myself, when will my time come? I told myself I would start when I felt braver, when life felt lighter, when I could be sure I could not fail.
But life does not wait for us to feel ready. It keeps moving. It rewrites plans overnight. It takes, it gives, & it places responsibilities, heartbreaks, & decisions in our hands when we feel least equipped to carry them.
What I have learned, slowly & painfully, is the right time never comes on its own. Life is full of surprises ~ some beautiful, some devastating, & some changing us forever. The “right time” is not something we stumble upon. It is something we choose, often while standing in uncertainty, & even if we are scared, even if we are unsure, even if we might fail, it is always better to try than to do nothing.
I remember staring at a blank page, an unsent message, a dream I was too afraid to open, whispering tomorrow to myself. Tomorrow became weeks. Weeks turned into years. Fear kept circling the same questions: What if you are not good enough? What if this fails? What if they judge you? I once thought courage meant being fearless. Now I understand, courage often looks like pressing “send” with trembling hands, showing up with a cracking voice, & beginning again even when you are unsure you will make it.
There were seasons when everything seemed to slow to a halt. I could not keep up with the person I used to be. The things I once loved began to feel heavy, & even waking up felt like work. I felt guilty for needing rest, ashamed for falling behind, & afraid pausing meant I had already failed. I watched others move forward while I stood still, quietly wondering if life had gone on without me.
But slowing down is not the same as being broken.
Sometimes life pulls us back, not to punish us, but to teach us a different way of moving. Starting over is not always hopeful or exciting. Sometimes it looks like rewriting plans in the middle of the night, letting go of something you once prayed for, or finally admitting you cannot do it alone.
Because starting again does not mean starting empty-handed. You carry your experiences, your scars, & the lessons to have shaped you.
Progress does not always look like chasing a dream or achieving something monumental. Some days, it is simply getting out of bed, sending one email, or choosing to stay when leaving feels easier, & this matters. Because there are days when surviving takes every ounce of strength you have. If you did not give up, if you are still here, then you are doing more than you realize.
Courage often comes quietly. Sometimes it is trying again after falling, sending another application after rejection, sharing your work after being overlooked, or opening your heart after being hurt.Often, it is just one small step, taken with trembling hands. Even if it feels imperfect, even if you stumble, even if it does not feel like enough, it is always better to try than to do nothing at all.
Life is unpredictable. It will shift your path without warning, close doors you were not ready to lose, & open doors you were afraid to walk through. Waiting for certainty will only keep you stuck. So, move forward anyway. Even without answers. Even without confidence. Even while afraid.
Do it afraid. Do it unsure. Do it imperfectly. Send the message. Start the draft. Walk into the room. Try again. One day, you will look back at the nights you cried, the moments you hesitated, the times you almost gave up ~ & realize they did not break you. They built you.
You did not need to be the bravest in the room. You just needed to try.
Just few observations again dear friends & provide an opinion in my world. Thank you for stopping by, I appreciate your being here. If my journey encourages you also, all is well with my soul. Looking forward to next week; this is Kenn Butler in Paradise, Nelson with best wishes.
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