It’s time you got out of here, isn’t it? Isn’t it?
It’s time you turned toward the discomfort, toward the awkwardness, the fear, the difficult, and toward the battle of your life–i.e. truth.
It’s time you got out of here.
It’s time you began separating yourself from the pack. Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.
It’s time you got called up to the majors, because it’s time you showed them that you’re done with the minors.
It’s time you go beyond your body, your role, your gender, and your sex, so say goodbye to those cookie-cutter boys and girls. They’ll be fine feeling smug and right.
It’s time you fell flat on your face, and then got right back up again.
It’s time to run like you never fell.
It’s time someone else thought your shit didn’t stink besides yourself.
It’s time for your entrance.
It’s time you stopped hiding behind preparations.
It’s time the world saw your face, heard your voice, saw your eyes, heard your spirit, and felt your humble and loving actions.
It’s time to get this next phase started.
It’s time to kick apart the fire, break camp, load up, and continue up the mountain.
It’s time to pay the bill on your past. Each and every fault, mistake, error, wrongdoing, fuckhead petty hurtful thing you inflicted on someone and someone inflicted on you, pay that bill and never pay it again. Remember the good parts like a great meal you can’t have again. Leave that place because the future is front of you, not behind.
It’s time you began your next life, the better life, the inevitable, natural life, as natural as the curve in your spine. It’s time you became your potential, free, gifted, good, and honest self.
It’s time to get excited, not anxious.
It’s time to have a go at it, like a seven-year-old.
It’s time to be wise and grateful, like a ninety-year-old.
It’s time to be healthy again.
It’s time to be good again.
It’s time to be alive.
Because after all,
its time is over;
your time has come.