As I write these things, I feel hesitation because I know I’m making excuses. I could do these things anytime—I don’t need to wait for the perfect moment. Flowers are still sold in the winter. I can save money little by little. But I get caught up in the stories I tell myself about why I can’t do the things I want now. If I keep waiting, it will always be later—but later isn’t guaranteed.

The fear aspect often stems from not wanting to fail. Facing what failure means to us is crucial. We create boxes that shape our reality based on societal norms, which can be difficult to navigate.

Wishing is often dismissed as childish or delusional, but I disagree. I have lived at the opposite end of the spectrum, in a place devoid of hope, and I refuse to accept that perspective any longer.