There it was—a letter in my own handwriting. But I had no memory of writing it.
I found a letter. My handwriting. My words.
But I had no memory of writing it.
The message inside? It shook me.
Not because it was complex, but because it was simple.
Because it called me out.
It reminded me of something I had almost forgotten:
The first step is always the hardest. But waiting doesn’t make it easier.
This letter isn’t just for me—it’s for anyone standing at the edge of change, feeling stuck between where they are and where they want to be.
If that’s you… open this letter with me.
Mar 3 20255 mins