We love telling ourselves that a missed opportunity was actually "protection" because it spares us from examining our own failure to execute. It feels much better to believe the universe intervened than to admit we started late, moved slowly, or quit the moment the work became uncomfortable.
Romanticizing delays turns passive waiting into a spiritual exercise. It lets you sit on the sidelines for months under the comforting banner of "trusting the process." But time does not care about your journey, and it certainly does not pause while you construct a gentle narrative to shield your pride. While you wait for things to unfold "exactly when they should," someone else is actively folding the outcome to their own specifications through dull, relentless effort.
Redirection is fine, but it requires movement first. You cannot steer a vehicle that is sitting in park, no matter how deeply you believe in its destination. Stop waiting for the cosmic green light to tell you you're prepared. You prepare by failing quickly on a small scale, not by waiting around in safety.
Shrink the goal, clear the smallest entry point, and make the move today. Perfect timing is an illusion invented by people who are terrified of being judged for a mediocre first attempt.