My name is Lara, and I wasted my life waiting.

Waiting to feel ready.
Waiting to have more money.
Waiting for motivation to knock like a delivery man.

But it never came.

I blinked, and my 20s were gone.
My dreams sat in drafts,
my confidence in “pending,”
and my happiness in “one day.”

Then one night, I looked in the mirror and realized
I wasn’t lazy.
I was scared.
Scared to fail.
Scared to be seen starting small.

So I whispered to God,
“Please, don’t let me die full of potential.”

And the next morning, I did one small thing:
I started.
Not perfectly. Just honestly.

Because sometimes, your breakthrough won’t come with fireworks
it’ll come with a shaky first step
and a heart still scared,
but moving anyway.