Stop Waiting for the Perfect Time — It’s Not Coming

Martin stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop.

It was close to midnight. His wife was already asleep upstairs. The kids had stopped asking why Dad was always “finishing something” in the other room.

The cursor blinked.
The clock ticked.
And Martin told himself the same thing he’d been saying for years:

“I’ll get to it when things calm down.”