The Light Is Always There… you just gotta turn it on.

Is “being ready” really a thing?

Yes, and also, it depends.

People say things like “start before you’re ready” and “figure it out along the way,” and I totally resonate with that. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of my life doing exactly that, and it’s got me far.

But I do think it depends on what the “thing” is.

I’ve had in my flat in central London for nine years. Wow. I hadn’t actually realised it had been that long until writing this. Instead of saying “I feel old,” I’m going to say I feel wise.

Anyway, there have always been three light switches on the wall in my lounge, but only two of them work, or so I thought for the past eight and a half years.

At the start of this year, I was going to bed and, as I left the lounge, I turned the lights off as I always do. Except this time, I noticed a little spotlight underneath my kitchen cupboards flick on. I’d accidentally hit the switch that, for the past eight and a half years, I thought did nothing.

I stood there looking at it, and all these profound thoughts were dropped into my head.

The light had always been there.
I just hadn’t turned it on.
Or maybe, I hadn’t truly been ready to turn it on.

Deep sh*t, right?

Now, I’ve been on quite the journey over the last few years, to say the least. My life has changed dramatically in many ways, including my career, which feels like the most natural thing in the world to me now.

For context, I’d felt another big internal shift towards the end of last year, 2025 (there had been many along the way). It was like my big, bold, bright light, which I’d been slowly turning the dimmer switch up on over the past few years, was finally ready to beam at full power.

As I stood there, pyjama-clad and ready for bed, staring at that small but oh-so-bright and beautiful kitchen spotlight, I realised:

I’m ready.

That light had been waiting for me to hit the switch for the past eight and a half years, but it wasn’t time.

But now, my loves, it is time.

So, apart from this being a beautiful, magical metaphor, it also feels true.

Sometimes we must start before we are ready, and sometimes it won’t happen a minute sooner.

Divine timing.