You can handle a lot—until the waiting starts to feel like a verdict.
You’re doing everything you’re supposed to do. You show up. You follow up. You keep your voice steady. You tell yourself, any day now. And for a while, that works.
Then the days stack. The calls don’t come. The “don’t worry” starts to sound like background noise. And you feel it in your chest—not panic exactly, but that tight, quiet pressure that says: My runway is getting shorter.
This is the part nobody romanticizes.
Not the collapse. Not the dramatic moment. Not the “reinvention.”
The in-between.
The stretch where you’re still upright, still trying, still doing the right things… while your resources stay finite and the world keeps asking you to be patient.
So here’s the gorram truth: first worry isn’t weakness. Worry is information. It’s your system telling you what matters, what’s urgent, and what can’t be postponed much longer.
And when the money is finite, when the calendar keeps flipping, when “soon” isn’t a date—you don’t need a pep talk. You need traction.
Next Steps: Territory
We’ve been moving through the rubble. Stabilizing. Getting through days. Holding the line.
But as we near that 60-day mark, we’re stepping into a new phase. I’m calling it Territory.
Territory is where you stop living like everything is an emergency and start building what holds weight: a work plan, a money plan, a weekly reset, and the kind of boundaries that protect your energy instead of spending it.
Not perfection. Not a miracle.
Just a few solid systems that keep you from sliding backward every time life throws sand in your gears.
If you need the hub for this (or if you’ve restarted a few times—no shame), it’s here: Tools & Protocols.
Now the specifics, because today was one of those days.
I got back from a medical appointment, and I’m going to be honest: I didn’t like how the tests made me feel physically. Maybe it’s just me—but it wiped me out. I’m worn out. I’m heading to bed as soon as I’m done here.
And in the middle of all that, the work situation is still in that maddening place where you keep hearing: “We’ll call, we’ll call. Don’t worry.”
Well… I’m starting to worry. Because I need income. I’ve made it two months without it. I don’t know if I can make it three.
So the next step is simple, even if it isn’t easy: I need to start pushing.
If you’re in the same spot—tired, stretched thin, waiting on someone else’s timeline—hear this:
You’re not failing.
You’re just at the point where waiting turns into action.
That’s Territory.
Godspeed.
Kevin McLaughlin / Lugh Sulian
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