I want you to think about a moment that keeps happening.

It’s usually at night.

Or in the quiet space between things.

You finally slow down… and that familiar feeling shows up.

Not panic.

Not sadness.

Just that tight, heavy, restless feeling in your chest.

The one that says:

You don’t even know how to explain it anymore.

You just know:

• Your days blur together
• You’re tired of feeling this way
• You feel disconnected from yourself
• You’re always managing, never living

And in that moment, you tell yourself the sentence you’ve mastered:

Later when life isn’t so heavy.

Later when things calm down.

Later when you have more energy.

Later when you feel more like yourself.

And “later” feels reasonable because it doesn’t ask anything of you right now.

But here’s the part I wish someone had told me years ago:

Later doesn’t fix anything.

Later just delays the pain.

Later turns into:

• another month of feeling foggy and flat
• another year of staying quiet and small
• another version of you that keeps surviving instead of choosing

Until one day you realize:

Years long.

And what hurts isn’t just how you feel now... It’s the time you lost waiting to feel different.

Not because you didn’t try.

Not because you didn’t want change.

But because you kept postponing the moment you chose yourself.

So let me ask you the question directly:

What are you telling yourself you’ll deal with later… that you’re afraid will turn into another year of the same?

You know the answer.

It’s the thing you avoid thinking about for too long.

The thing that tightens your chest when you get quiet.

The thing you keep hoping will resolve itself.

And here’s the truth:

The life you want doesn’t start someday.

It starts the moment you stop pushing yourself to later.

You want to feel:

• present instead of numb
• grounded instead of foggy
• calm instead of constantly bracing
• like your life actually belongs to you

That version of your life isn’t unrealistic.

It’s just waiting on a decision.

If you’re willing, reply with the one sentence you keep postponing.

Just the sentence.

Because naming it is how “later” finally loses its grip.

PROUD OF YOU 💙

Walking with you,

Leasha

P.S. Time doesn’t heal heaviness or tension. It just teaches you how to live with them. If you’re tired of living with it, you already know what this is about.