Eventually I realised something.
I wasn't waiting for clarity or certainty.
I had no proof things would work.
There were no guarantees or evidence that following this pull would lead anywhere.
But the discomfort of staying the same had become bigger than the fear of moving.
So I made a decision.
Not because I felt completely confident or had it all worked out.
Because I was tired of postponing myself, and that decision changed the direction of my life.
Leading me to the question: What if there's more for me than this?