You will not be rescued. No one is coming to tell you when to start or what path to take. The discomfort you feel is not a signal to retreat but a call to advance. Every excuse you craft is a brick in the wall you’re building against yourself. Tear it down. Work when it’s boring. Act when you’re uncertain. You are not waiting on potential—you are wasting it. What matters is not inspiration but repetition. Get up. Move forward. Make progress unglorified, unnoticed, unrelenting.

Where are you still waiting for permission instead of moving with purpose? What lies have you accepted about your limits that deserve to be tested now?