There is no such thing as becoming ready. We are all born with a certain eagerness in our bones and under our fingertips and at the soles of our feet. We are so resilient, steadfast, and grounded, even when we don’t believe ourselves to be. That is why when we say the words, “I’m ready” that airy, vague anxiety tends to wave over. We are continuously ready; there is no peak, no definable moment where our lives and minds and bodies coincide to move us forward. It’s happening constantly in little jolts. Sometimes they hurt. Sometimes they feel like setbacks but they never truly are. Sometimes we don’t feel them at all. But they are there. When we become conscious of this “I’m ready”-ness, it takes on another form, another condition. One of desperation, longing, a pleading for things to change or move forward. We need only remember we’ve been here before, and we will feel it again whether we think we’re prepared or not. We always are, at that. We have each breath to show for it.