I'm fastidious. I like a good, clean, clear space.
But I don't want to miss anything, just because I don't have the right rain gear, the right shoes, the right...attitude?
Maybe it's a question of readiness, of preparedness. Are we ever prepared? Are we ever ready? Or is that just our excuse?
Is it as Stephen Pressfield once said, “Start before you are ready. Ready is too late. By the time we’re ready...resistance has seen us coming and has marshaled all its forces to lay us low.”