We don’t actually take steps to doing the thing until we change our minds.
We don’t begin a race before stepping to the starting line and we don’t move from one home to another until we have an agreement on the new place.
It’s fairly straightforward.
Yet, we’re animals, and we can get caught in flight response. Or even stuck between fight or flight.
The result is a hedged bet. A tip toeing forward without true conviction.
It’s no surprise then that we feel a certain thrash. A discomfort with a space stuck in between.
But once we change our minds, which is typically the result of various checked boxes, we move forward.
We get the fuckin’ thing done.
It makes sense. The next phase doesn’t come until we are actually ready.
And it’s OK to not be ready… but change doesn’t come until we change our minds.