The perfect moment is when everything’s calm, work isn’t on fire, the kids aren’t sick, nobody’s pulling at you, you’re well-rested and ready to move mountains.
That moment has happened for me… I think never. Well, maybe once — but I spent it watching a series.
So I stopped waiting. I study when I can: on the go, on a break, on a Saturday morning. Not by schedule — by opportunity.
And the strangest thing: the less I wait for the perfect moment, the more often those moments happen. Because they stopped being “special” and became a normal part of the day.
If you’re still waiting — just try starting. Messily, slowly, imperfectly. But start.
Because “later” is the longest road to “never.”