For so much of my life, I was waiting. Waiting for someone to tap me on the shoulder and say, “You’re ready now.” Waiting for a relationship to “validate” my worth. Waiting for a boss to see my value and finally pay me what I was worth.
Waiting for the moment when the stars aligned, and someone gave me the green light to step into my own life fully. Surely I would put my head down and hustle and then someone would notice and tell me I was doing a good job and earned the opportunity to live out my wildest dreams.
But here’s the thing: that permission slip never came. And if I’m honest, it was never going to. Because that’s not how any of this works.