So I stood at Heathrow last Tuesday… waiting for a flight that wasn’t even mine. 😂 Turns out the real departure time? It’s when you stop asking ‘am I ready?’ and just go. I once watched a kid train barefoot under Rio streetlights — no GPS, no coach, just rhythm. Meanwhile I’m here with my overpriced latte and Excel sheet titled ‘Someday Project’. Let’s be real: your dream doesn’t care if you’re late. It only cares if you show up — even in sweatpants. What’s your 6:20? Drop it below 👇🔥