I feel like I’m constantly living on the brink - the edge of events big and beautiful.
A time when life will open up and all my failures and shortcomings will fall into a puzzle of success.
But in the anticipation I’m in a constant state of anxiety - wondering if today will be the day the board is laid out in my favor.
It’s exhausting and thrilling, providing life and dread all at once.
I can’t say with confidence “the time is now,” but I can speak loudly, “the time is ‘not yet,’ but it’s coming.”