1, 2, 3 Ready or Not

How often have you considered trying something new, making a change in your life, adding a new skill to your toolkit, and then decided that you will do that, when the time is right, when you are ready?
Problem is, when are we really ever ready to try something new, to take on a challenge, make a change, pivot?  How do we know when the right time is to start?  Do we ever know in the moment, or just when we look back and see missed opportunities?
What would need to happen to make us feel more ready tomorrow than we are today, right now?  It would make sense that by considering a change, we are already part way there....so what will it take to be ready to push that snowball over the hill and let it go? 
And if we did receive some type of sign, would we even believe that it was THE sign that we needed or that it really was now or never?
I was listening to a podcast that brought up this very point, and a fact that we don't often want to ponder.  The fact that we have no guarantee how much time we actually are given to do all of the things that we want or need to do.  There are no guarantees on what we can and will achieve in our lives, so why wait to try something new?  Why wait for some type of a sign?
Perhaps the best sign that we can find is one that we make by ourselves, for ourselves.  The equivalent of drawing a line in the sand, creating a starting line.  And then having the faith, courage and determination to cross that line and know that every step you take from that moment on is one that will move you towards that new goal, dream or experience.
It is official, you ARE ready.

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