I had a system for everything.
A morning routine I followed beautifully for four days and then abandoned when life got complicated.
A content schedule that was perfect on paper and completely ignored by Wednesday.
A habit I committed to on the first of the month and quietly dropped by the fifteenth without ever officially deciding to stop.
And every Sunday night I would look at the new week and think this time.
This week I will stick with it.
I was so prepared.
I had the vision board.
The business plan.
The color-coded spreadsheet.
The notes from three different courses I had taken to make sure I was doing it right.
I had refined the idea so many times I could have taught a masterclass on the theory of it.
There was a version of me that was really good at waiting.
Waiting until I knew more.
Waiting until I felt more confident.
Waiting until someone with more experience, more credentials, more authority looked at what I was doing and said yes, Ly, you are ready now. You can go.
I did not realize how long I had been waiting until another month, even another year went by.
Opportunities I had talked myself out of because I did not feel qualified enough.
I remember a season where my calendar was full and my soul felt empty.
I had a long to-do list.
I had back to back calls, content to create, emails to answer, obligations I had said yes to weeks ago that I no longer remembered why I wanted.
I was moving fast.
I looked productive from the outside.
But if you had sat across from me and asked me what I was actually working toward, I would have fumbled the answer.
I remember those days when my team said my name more than kids call on their mom. It was one fire after another the minute I entered the building. I miss those days a little and cherish the memories of the people. Today, I am working toward becoming just me again and finding peace in the process.
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