Shelf

Lately, I’ve been sitting with this strange in between feeling. That space after finishing something but before sharing it. I’ve got books finished, ready to be published. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one holding them back or if they’re holding space for me. There’s a kind of fear that comes with having multiple books finished, not the kind that doubts your ability (although for me that’s part of it) but the kind that worries about timing. The fear of releasing too much too fast. Of overwhelming people, of your work getting lost in the noise, of finally opening the vault and wondering if you should wait a little longer.

I used to think that if I had more books ready, that meant I should release them right away.

Keep the momentum going

Stay visible

But now I’m learning that not every season is meant for publishing, some are meant for reflection, for letting your work sit beside you for a while. There’s a difference between creating from pressure and releasing from peace. Honestly, I don’t want to release just to prove I can keep up. I want each book to have its own breath, its own space, its own heartbeat.

So yes, I have books finished that the world hasn’t met yet. Yes, sometimes that makes me anxious. Maybe this season isn’t about rushing to share but about trusting that when the time is right, each book will know when it’s meant to be seen. Eventually I will share them, and I hope they are a blessing to someone who needs them the most.

Being scared is okay

Being anxious is okay

Honor what you’ve made, everything else will fall into place.