Are we ever really ready?

Are we ever really ready?

And here I start writing with a completely blank brain, as usual. I have no idea what I am to say, all I have is a subject like an item on my ‘to do’ list. This time the theme is a blogpost for our book. The only thought and sound of “our” book is already surreal to me. I (co) wrote a book, for real? I have been part of the process since the very beginning and now the book does exist and I still can’t wrap my head around it until I will have the actual paper version in my hand. Kind’ a like Thomas, you know, the unbeliever from the Bible. I do have to see it to believe it.
I didn’t really want to write this book when the project was first catapulted out there. I mean…it started something like this. Dawn, our fabulous woman of success, created this women’s group. I joined, you know, like all women who do need girlfriends and other women in their lives, for whatever reason, because that is how we, the women are made. She brought a book and I asked to borrow it and she just gave it to me. And then an idea popped out: what if we wrote a book like that? Well great, I was the first one to say yes! And all of a sudden, out of Dawn, this avalanche started: we are doing it, now! And that’s where I freaked out, of course. I cannot do it, now. I am so not ready. I want to be proud of myself to have accomplished something, worthy to be bragged about in a book. I feel so not there yet…
The list was created, deadlines started. And then, over a completely unrelated conversation, one of the authors- dear Michelle P, changed my mind. Are we ever really ready?
I have been waiting on my passion for design for over 20 years now. I am still not as ready as I thought I should be, I just can’t wait it anymore. And I just dove in, head forward. And my chapter was written in that one day.
I have discovered something about myself in the process. I am the kind of person who has these great impulses about…a lot of things. I would burst with energy and excitement about something and get out there only to retreat afterwards, because I don’t feel I am ready to fit well enough in the scenario. It was again Michelle who uncovered it at a dress fitting I had at her place: “we are all different, and we are not all in the same category, but that doesn’t change anything”. That was an Aha moment. You see, I felt I needed to wait for that moment where I could wear that dress, a perfect occasion for that outfit, an ideal setting for that thing to happen, or a good time to write a book. There may never be an ideal moment and there may even not be a tomorrow for all we know!
Ladies, live the moment. It is the good moment. The best one we really do have. Take what you want to do and fit it in this present moment. The rest will follow…

 

Love,
Sanda T

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