Lines Between Living

There’s a moment when the waiting dissolves

not because the universe finally called your name,

but because you finally heard your own.

Today I realized something I kept sidestepping:

I’ve been orbiting my dreams like a moon unsure of its own gravity.

Close enough to feel them,

far enough to delay them.

It wasn’t fear of the work.

It wasn’t lack of opportunity.

It was the quieter truth

I hadn’t given myself full permission to begin.

But once that truth landed, it didn’t wound me.

It cleared the room.

If the barrier is internal,

then so is the breakthrough.

So now I shift:

Not into frenzy, but into devotion.

Not into rushing, but into deliberate movement.

Not into proving, but into becoming.

This chapter opens because I open it.

The momentum exists because I create it.

The life I want inches closer every time I choose myself on purpose.

No shrinking.

No rehearsing.

No waiting for a sign that I’ve already become.

It’s me.

It’s now.

Watch this unfold.

Now is the time to step into achieving what you have held yourself from.