I remember the day I was sitting on the floor, my mom was talking to me about careers and how important it is to make something of yourself. She was trying to tell me that you don’t want to go through life regretting all of the choices you’ve made, and how important it is as a woman, to build something of yourself. The next few words that were spoken changed my life.
I asked her, “what do you think I should be mom?”
She didn’t even hesitate, she told me, “you’re a writer.”
I was in elementary school when we had that conversation, but ever since that very moment, it felt like my brain did a U-Turn and all of a sudden all I thought of was being a writer. I loved books, all I ever did was read. I loved movies, I loved being creative, I had a wild imagination that never stopped spinning. I was going to be a writer, I told myself.
I wrote. I wrote a lot, I kept journals, I loved anything stationary, I loved the feeling of a new notebook, the smell of the paper, the crispness of a new sheet. It was orgasmic.
I always did well in my English classes, I stayed up late every night to read, anytime I got grounded, it was my books that were taken, not the TV or hanging out with friends.
Writing was an escape for me. It was a way to experience multiple different things that I only read about in books or seen in movies. It made me feel… powerful and vulnerable all at once.
Of course, as the years went by and I grew older, I kept putting my writing off. I wanted to wait for the right moment.
I thought to be a writer, I needed to be in the perfect environment. I needed to be the perfect person. I needed the perfect mindset. The weather had to be just right, not too cold but not too warm. I needed the right moment.
Waiting, resulted in a lot of career changes. I went to college for the wrong thing. I applied to the wrong jobs. I got hired for the wrong positions. I became a person that I was simply not meant to be. I developed skills that, sure were great but didn’t ultimately lead me to be a better me. They simply made me perfect for the position I was in, not for the position I was meant to be in.
Waiting for the right moment is something all of us do. We wait for our sweet 16, we wait to turn 18. We wait to turn 21. We wait to get engaged, then married. We wait for a better parking spot when there’s one that’s available but it requires a little extra walking, we spend so much time waiting for things to happen in our lives, it makes me think… how much would we have accomplished if we had just… went for it?
The only impossible journey is the one you never begin. — Tony Robbins
How many articles would I have written if I’d stopped waiting for the right moment?
How many novels would I have written if I’d stopped waiting for the inspiration to hit me and just simply written what was already in my head and in my heart?
So many people waste their lives waiting on things. They wait to get married till their finances are perfect, they wait to start families till “everything is just right,” they wait for the perfect opportunity instead of going for it themselves.
How much would YOU have accomplished if you simply stopped waiting for the right moment?
The right moment my friends, is now.
You will never be in the perfect environment. You will never be in a perfect mood. You will never be the best version of yourself until you stop waiting, and begin doing. Your finances will never be perfect, your life will never be as you envisioned it, unless you put action behind your words.
I’m sick of waiting for the right moment. I’ve done that too often and in the end, all I have got out of it was disappointment and anger. Disappointment because I know I have the potential to accomplish more. I know what I’m capable of, I know what I am made for. And anger because I waste my potential every single day that I don’t do what I was placed on this earth to do.
Do you ever buy something so beautiful and you just don’t want to wear it from fear of ruining it? I’ve done that several times. I’ll buy an article of clothing and fold it neatly and protect it, I won’t wear it, I’ll look at it and wait for the perfect occasion.
Then, something new comes along. I wear that instead, and that perfect article of clothing I had been protecting and saving collects dust. Sometimes it goes out of style, sometimes I outgrow it. The point is when you have something that you know is valuable, like a talent or hobby or passion… use it. Don’t let it collect dust and go to waste.
The right moment is now, the right moment is today.
Go do what your heart tells you to do. Stop waiting.