It’s Okay, You’re Right on Time

Sometimes I wonder if life has already slipped past me. At 35, my body feels like it knows something I don’t—it rushes, it aches with urgency, it whispers that time is running out.

And maybe part of that is because I’ve always wanted something more. To be rich, to be comfortable, to finally live a life where I don’t have to keep scraping and pushing just to make it through. We never had that growing up, so I’ve been chasing it for as long as I can remember. Chasing, running, reaching. And still, I look around and feel like I’m being left behind.

But maybe this rush isn’t proof that I’m too late. Perhaps it’s proof that I still care. That there are dreams alive inside me, knocking at the door of my chest, asking to be let through.

It’s not that I’ve missed my chance—it’s that I’m still reaching for it. Still wanting, seeking, still choosing to believe there’s more. And wanting is never too late.

Some chapters don’t arrive on the schedule we thought they would. They come later, not as punishment, but as preparation. Perhaps when we were younger, we would have rushed through them, fumbled them, or not known how to hold them close. But later—after all the pauses, detours, and ache—we arrive with steadier hands, gentler eyes, and a heart wide enough to cradle what’s been given.

Wealth, comfort, safety—these are not only measured in numbers. They are also measured in how slowly we can breathe, how fully we can rest, and how much of ourselves we allow to feel at home. And those things, too, you are building. Piece by piece, even now.

If you feel behind, maybe it’s only because you’re on a path that was never meant to be rushed. You are not late—you are arriving right on time, with hands ready to receive what’s yours to hold.

What if “being late” is just another way of saying arriving prepared?

With warmth,

Rem✨💜