Zodiac Depths

You're not waiting for inspiration; you're waiting for permission to avoid being seen failing. The future is your hiding place, labeled Vision. Meanwhile, dust collects on your brilliance. Perfection is a costume for fear. Start with ten minutes that look foolish. No warm-ups, no playlists, no rituals. Just begin, badly. Move your hands before your brain negotiates another escape.

Momentum is a spell you cast by moving once. Ten minutes flips the breaker in your nervous system. Action comes first; clarity follows like a dog on a short leash. Fixed signs stall; timers cut the anchor. Treat time like a fuse, not a canvas. When the bell rings, stop. Tomorrow, repeat. Progress accumulates in messy, forgettable increments that add up to thunder.