I am worthy and deserving of my dreams.

Somewhere a domain name has been renewed every year for six years for a business that has never opened. The renewal is paid without hesitation. The opening keeps being postponed until things are ready.

Worthiness has a habit of disguising itself as standards. The gate is one you built, staffed and locked yourself, and the criteria posted on it were drafted by the most frightened version of you. Nobody else is enforcing them. Nothing has to be finished in order to exist in public.