Stop Waiting for the Perfect Time. I'm Going All In.

A commitment to show up and write my truth | Day 312 of 365

I signed up for a five-day training this week, and I’m going all in.

The timing isn’t ideal. Four projects have deadlines coming up fast, and my body hasn’t caught up with my plans. A year ago, that would have been my reason to hold off. This time I’m starting anyway.

If I keep waiting for the perfect time, I know how that goes. Something else will come up, and then something after that. At some point I have to pick a day and begin.

Yesterday I mentioned I’d probably work this weekend. I meant it, and I’m taking this challenge just as seriously.

The Week Didn’t Clear Its Schedule for Me

We’re doing work on our temporary home, and last week a water main break put us under a boil-water notice. Laundry has been on hold. We ran out of clean dishes days ago. Our dishwasher and washing machine don’t have filters, so for now we boil water and make it work.

Guests are coming soon, too. This house was never set up for visitors, so I’ve been hunting down bedding and clearing out what we no longer need. A new house cleaner starts soon. My fridge is full of beautiful produce that’s been hard to cook with when every vegetable has to be rinsed in boiled water (that is cooled down).

I could tell this as a story about having too much going on, and it would be accurate. I’m just tired of telling it that way.

When I look closer, I see a family adapting. We boil the water and let what can wait, wait. I don’t always give myself credit for how well we handle weeks like this.

Discernment Over Busyness

This year has made me a lot more selective about where my energy goes.

I’ve gotten good at using whatever time shows up. Car rides turn into writing time. After I put my daughter to bed, I often stay close in case she wakes, and I get work done while I’m there. Those pockets of time used to feel like scraps. Now they show me I don’t need a wide-open calendar to move my life forward.

I’m also tired. So so tired and sleep deprived. I’ve been waking for hours in the night, and my body has been uncomfortable. Some test results came back recently, and I finally have a clearer picture of what’s going on. Knowing more has helped, even on the days I don’t feel great.

So I’m choosing carefully. The challenge runs five training days across eight, with time in between to practice. I believe what I’ll learn can help me bring in real income, and that matters to our family right now. I’m putting this one first on purpose.

Why I Stopped Waiting for the Perfect Time

This blog is a big part of it. I promised to show up and write my truth for 365 days, and I’ve kept that promise on days I was worn out and on days I had no idea what I’d say. I sat down anyway. Three hundred and twelve days later, I trust myself in a way I didn’t when I started.

I want to give my projects that same commitment. They need real attention, not whatever is left at the end of the day, and this challenge gives me a focused stretch to move them forward.

Most of us have something we keep promising to start once things settle down. The business idea. The conversation we keep rehearsing in the shower. In my experience, things don’t settle down first. We decide what matters and begin before we feel ready.

I Can Feel Something Changing

I’ve written openly about how humbling this year has been. Systems I’d built were holding, at least partly, and then so much gave way at once.

I believe God sometimes removes things before we understand why, and that the old structure often has to crumble before we can build the next one. That’s how I’m making sense of this season. Something is shifting, and I can feel the next level coming.

Yesterday I wrote about miracles, and I keep noticing them. Some are small and practical, like finding bedding at a good price the same week guests are arriving. Those count, too.

There’s a lot happening, and I still look at my life and see so much beauty. I’m ready to do my part.

So here I am, friends, committing to something I believe in while plenty is still unfinished.

Day one. Fully committed.

LFG.

About the Author | Day 312 of 365

I’m a soul-led coach, entrepreneur, mother, and recovering perfectionist, currently navigating healing, uncertainty, temporary chapters, motherhood, work, big transitions, grief, nervous system healing, overstimulation, emotional growth, and the ongoing lesson that life works a whole lot better when we stop trying to carry everything alone. Today I’m starting a five-day challenge and choosing to show up for my projects before life feels perfectly ready.

Day 312 of 365. Still showing up. Still believing in what’s coming. 🐧