Keep moving

One of the most overlooked truths, for me, on the spiritual path — and the creative one — is this:

We often stop when others do.

Even if the vision was ours to begin with.

There’s a subtle dependence many of us carry when it comes to collaboration.

We wait for shared confirmation.

For the green light of someone else’s energy.

For the message that says, “Yes, we’re still doing this.”

And when it doesn’t come, we stall.

Not because we’ve lost the idea,

but because we’ve mistaken partnership for permission.

This is a pattern I’ve seen in myself — and in so many others.

Especially those of us whose work is rooted in the spiritual, the intuitive, the felt.

We crave resonance.

But sometimes, in craving that resonance,

we forget that we are allowed to be the initiator.

That momentum doesn’t need to be mutual for it to be sacred.

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Just because something pauses, doesn’t mean you need to.

I’ve had collaborations spark to life — and fizzle just as quickly.

I’ve felt that familiar ache of “what could’ve been.”

And I’ve also seen the moments where I unconsciously let those pauses dictate my own output.

One attuned me to my power.

Another mirrored my creativity.

Both served their purpose.

Neither were meant to carry the whole vision.

And that’s the real teaching:

Your calling isn’t dependent on who shows up beside you.

Your calling is yours.

Collaboration can be beautiful.

But it should never be the condition you place on your expression.

What changed everything for me was recognising that I’d internalised a delay loop:

If they pause, I pause.

If they disappear, I doubt.

If I’m not met, I mute myself.

That cycle ends the moment we decide that our energy is enough.

That self-trust doesn’t require external movement to stay alive.

That building something real means continuing even when no one claps.

Now, I write anyway.

I publish anyway.

I speak anyway.

Because truth doesn’t need a witness to be real.

And in doing so, I’ve discovered something even more important:

The momentum I was waiting for was mine all along.