What if I’m on time?

What if where I am is where I’m supposed to be?

What if all the knowledge I have is all the knowledge I need for right now?

What if I don’t need to hold my progress up to someone who’s been in the game for 5, 10, or 15 years and expect myself to be at their level?

Maybe I’m on time.

Maybe I’m even ahead of it.

Maybe I have the power to choose when enough is enough and trust that abundance will catch me if I slip.

Maybe I don’t have to work myself into the ground to claim that that work is meaningful.

Thoughts come out in spurts these days, and I have a hard time catching them.

I have a hard time not self-critiquing them even before they have a chance to kiss the air.

I keep telling myself it’s okay to suck, but there’s a part of me that finds that unacceptable.

But maybe the freedom is in the letting go.

Maybe it’s in the constant yankee swap of scarcity for abundance.

Maybe each god-awful phase of this process is because I needed the first-hand experience to help someone else through the same thing.

Maybe I’m not behind and maybe I never was.