Here's what the beloved little voice had to say to me today: it's not your time yet, sweetie.
I struggled, and still struggle, to find my thing, my niche, my area of expertise that all others look to me for guidance on. I'm looking for a way to be powerful, because I'm afraid of what it means to not have power. In a world where I need money and power to be safe, being niche-less means I am vulnerable.
I'm starting to think that's ok.
It's not my time yet to be a leader. I don't have experience to share yet. What I can share is my time and my attention. I can be a conscious follower. I can be part of the village, and I can learn from my elders. The older I get, and the more the scales of stubborn independence fall away from my eyes, the more I realize how much there is to learn from my elders.
I hope that, someday, it will be my time to lead. And I hope I'll do it from a place of soft wisdom and peace, instead of hard anxiety and fear.