Dear God,

I think I have decided I Am ready.

No. Change that. I AM ready. Really ready!

This is it. I Am ready. I promise.

I know, I know… I have said this before. Many times. But this time is real. I AM ready! Wide open! Eager to experience all you have for me.

I want it so bad I can taste it. And I know it’s going to be good.

Good like a turtle sundae on a hot Summer day. Good like that first bite of my dad’s homemade rice & peas. Good like a warm baguette with butter.

I just know it. It is going to be SO good!

I just need to get out of my way.

I need to get out of my way and just start.



Be all the things I have imagined. All the things I have hoped and prayed for.

Now is the time.

No better time than right now.

I AM Ready!


Those were the words that poured out of my mind and onto the pages of my journal. Convincing, right? Words filled with sheer determination and focus.

I Am Ready!

Yeah! It was good! Great, even!

Unfortunately, those words were nothing more than the early morning pep talk of a girl desperately trying to convince herself, for the umpteenth time, to MOVE.

No. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I was good at this written pep talk. My words always felt convincing. If they gave Oscars for journaling, I would have a case full of little gold men in my house.

I was good at the writing. I was not good at the living.

I wanted to believe them. To act on what I was saying. To move.

But how could i possibly believe in myself like that? How could I possibly believe that I was ready? I could always find someone to tell me I needed more training, more confidence, more time. I could always find someone to remind me of what was missing.

How could I (EVER) be ready?


Well, here’s the thing…

Ready is not about having all the training and certification. It is not about pedigree or connection.

Ready is about choosing peace over worry, joy over sorrow, growth over defeat. Ready is about choosing to pull our feet out of the cement of fear, creating momentum even when we feel immovable. Ready is about choosing to embrace determination, reminded that nothing can stop you but you.

While that morning was not the last time I wrote an Oscar worthy pep talk on the pages of my journal, it was the last time I allowed the writing to succumb innaction. It was the last time I allowed myself to be crippled by What if’s and Probably nots.

That day I chose to allow the words out of my mind and into my heart. They had a power that felt like a fire in my veins. A fire that made me believe in and trust myself in a way that brought me to my knees in tears. A fire that made me unstoppable.

Yes. Unstoppable.

And, at the end of the day, isn’t that what we are all striving for?

So tell me, are you ready? I mean REALLY ready?


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