I’m always waiting for things to fall into place before I make my next move. 

I waited to apply for graduate programs because my life wasn’t comfortable and there was so much unknown. I waited to apply for an internship because I wanted the perfect one that aligned with all of my interests (spoiler, the one I chose didn’t). All my life, I waited for things to fall into place, to fall in my lap, and I’m just now realizing how unrealistic that is. The world doesn’t revolve around me, it keeps moving, and I must move with it. I cannot wait for the pieces of my life to fall into place before I choose to live it. Waiting for the right time means waiting forever. Maybe it’s fear of failure, or maybe I just despise the uncomfortable, but nothing changes if nothing changes. Simple but true. There is no “right time.” There is only time, and the choices we make with the time we have. 

My last post discussed the dual sense of excessive yet meaningless choice-making. I left on a note that urged you to pay attention to what you pay attention to. In a world that throws us endless choices, if we become aware and pay attention to the choices we have, we have agency to choose which ones serve us. Be conscious in your choice-making. 

But sometimes, the most important choice we get to make whether to do something that will serve us. Apply for that job. Start writing that novel. Learn to play that instrument, because there is never a “right time” to invite change into your life.