Waiting for the right time or for more clarity about where I am going before taking a step is a form of fear. It keeps me stuck, unable to move. Maybe this isn't the right thing to do at this moment? Once waiting takes hold of me, it is very hard to restart my efforts. I lose momentum and my nerve.
For me, waiting is the little death. Even if the step I take leads nowhere, I will have learned something I didn't know back in the frozen tundra of not moving. Seeing waiting as fear helps me move. Fear is my greatest opponent and greatest teacher.
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