We live in a world obsessed with timing. Metrics. Milestones.
As if life is a checklist and we’re racing to keep up.
But the soul doesn’t wear a watch. It doesn’t bloom on schedule. It doesn’t care when others arrived—it only cares that you arrive fully when you do.
You are not late to your own life.
The relationship that hasn’t come yet?
The dream that’s still taking shape?
The clarity that’s been slow to form?
None of these are signs of failure. They are signs that you are unfolding in your own sacred rhythm.
Some people run. Some people walk. Some people wander for years and then bloom in a single season.
Your timeline is not broken. It is bespoke.
You are not behind.
You are in the middle of becoming.
And the things that are meant for you will not require you to rush, shrink, or pretend.
Trust the timing of your own becoming.
Trust the pauses, the slow starts, the sudden leaps, the sacred detours.
You are not running out of time.
You are arriving.