And even then, we don’t walk, we crack . That crack is the beginning of motion.

So when you do go, and I hope you do, go with your flaws, your doubts, your boxes still unpacked. Go messy. Go late. Go unprepared. Go with nothing but the whisper that you were meant for air.

Because if there’s anything waiting on the other side, it’s not perfection. It’s breath. It’s possibility. It’s a room with light. And maybe, if you’re lucky,... See more