But I’ve started to suspect that absolute unblocked-ness is a myth. Worse: it might be a lie that keeps us from actually moving.
Which, as it turns out, is more than enough. If this resonated with you, consider sharing it with someone who’s waiting for the “perfect moment” to start something. Tell them: the imperfect now is already a door, slightly ajar. more or less unblocked
And yet—here I am. Writing. Sending this out. But I’ve started to suspect that absolute unblocked-ness
“I’ll start when I feel ready.” “I’ll write when I have the perfect idea.” “I’ll love again when I’m fully healed.” as it turns out
Let me explain. We imagine the unblocked life as a straight highway at 3 AM—no traffic, no construction, no speed limits. Just you and the horizon.