Ready (at Last)
I can already hear the words, a familiar and dreaded script playing out in my mind. βWhy are you only dealing with this now? Why not a year ago when I first told you to?β The questions would hang in the air, sharp and heavy with accusation. My planned response, however, would be simple, quiet, and disarmingly calm: βOkay. Are you willing to help me with it now?β For what felt like an eternity, aβ¦

















