#hive-echo

At some point in my thirties i had to sit honestly with the gap between the life i had imagined for myself by now and the life i was actually living. source Not because the life i was living was bad. In

There was a long stretch where i operated on a kind of background faith that something external would eventually resolve things. The right opportunity would appear. Someone would recognise what i was capable

There is a version of letting go that gets misunderstood constantly. The one where you finally stop holding onto something or someone that was not working, and people around you interpret the release as

There was a thing i wanted to do for four years before i actually did it. Four years of being almost ready. Of waiting for the right conditions to align. Of accumulating reasons why now was not quite the