Ready, Steady, Grow.

How do you know if you're 'ready'? Big question, I know. But one I'm not afraid to ask right now. And also one it appears I'm ready to try and answer.

If we were 'ready' for everything, we'd all be building skyscrapers, jumping out of planes, living the rock star lifestyle AND keeping bees. All at once.
Granted - that's a lot to keep track of. And, quite frankly, who's got that many hours in the day? (Answer: Beyonce. That's who. But, I digress...)

Ok. What does 'ready' even mean anyway?

READY
adjective :

1. in a suitable state for an action or situation; fully prepared.

2. willing or eager to do something.

Oh. I see.

It's a blessing and a curse, but I am now ready for pretty much anything. (And, to clarify, by 'pretty much anything' I refer to matters of the heart. I know - I'm a girl. I talk about my feelings. Deal with it.)
Willing. Up for it. Happy to walk blindly in with arms and heart wide open.

And this, I have on good authority, is adorable.

And apparently, dangerous.

However, being 'ready' shouldn't be scary, my lovelies. Being ready is simply being open to what happens next. Not to be too black and white about it (after all, we now know the pleasure of a certain number of shades of grey) - I'm either in, or I'm out. For the good, the bad, and therefore, the naturally and seemingly less aesthetically pleasing, I am ready.

I must confess, for me it wasn't always this way. Maybe how I am now is a side effect of having escaped the prison that was the crippling social anxiety and fear of not only living, but of leaving the safety of a room of one's own for as long as it is humanly possible to recall.

So, I'm ready to put my adorable self out there, despite the fact it MIGHT hurt; there are no guarantees that it won't, as nothing is ever written in stone.
But it might be absofuckinglutely amazing.

Even if it's for a New York minute, I'll be glad - no - I'll be grateful that I was ready.

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