Here’s why you shouldn’t believe in “Waiting for the Perfect Time” | by Rachele Pellegatti | Nov, 2025
WHEN YOU “DO IT ANYWAYS”
Being completely honest, you should not think that if you face the unknown with your companion Fear you’re going to become invincible.
You will always feel afraid when it comes to jumping into a new situation; that’s why this “waiting for the perfect time to come” is a huge lie.
It’s equally true that after experiencing something for the first time, you’ll be more prepared to understand your body and your emotions when facing the unknown again.
You’ll still be afraid of change, but you’ll certainly be able to control your state of mind and collaborate with Fear. At that point, you’ll already know change is good for you — and that the expectations we build around the unknown are often exaggerated.
The best consequence of doing it anyway — for me — is the domino effect that your first decision (to stop waiting and start acting) creates. I’ve experienced this many times. But today I want to share the story of my career (which, for the record, I am still building):
My Career Journey
I was 23 years old when, after getting my degree in communication sciences, I was finally able to apply for jobs. Since I attended an hotel and catering school in high school and always loved that world, I didn’t hesitate to send my résumé to restaurants. I remember sending up to 20 CVs per day, but after weeks — then months — nobody was calling me back.
In Italy it’s not easy to get hired, I knew that, but it was so frustrating that I stopped applying. I acted like I was defeated.
After 6 months, I felt so blue for not having a daily task to complete that I really wanted to start applying again. But this time, I was afraid. My mind convinced me it would be useless. Nobody wanted me after sending around 150 CVs; why would it work now?
The fear I wasn’t facing was keeping me in a safe zone, away from frustration, anxiety, and mental fatigue. Then one day, I stood up, faced the fear of being rejected again, and took it by the hand. I convinced Fear to become friends and stay with me because I wanted some company while searching for jobs again.
I turned 24 in the meantime, and finally, after another 200ish emails, I got a job! I was so happy and now, at 25, I’m proud of my past self; without her decision, I woulnd’t be so skilled now.
I’m telling you this because I also experienced the domino effect here. That first job was good, and working made me feel much more confident in myself, but it wasn’t my dream job: I was a cook, I made piadine (traditional Northern Italian filled bread) and I was in charge of the cafeteria in a place located in the industrial area of the city.
So I re-downloaded the job-searching app, and I was now very ambitious. I believed in myself so strongly that after 3 months I was working in another place: a real café in the very center of the city. I worked there for about a year. My skills reached a very high level.
But after a while I needed more. I wasn’t learning anything new anymore, and I felt lost because the boss wasn’t valuing me; I didn’t deserve to stay there longer. So I booked an appointment with my current bar manager, he strongly believes in me.
I now work at the bar of a five-star hotel in the Dolomites. I ‘ve been hired to level up the cafeteria area, since I can do latte art and I’m very experienced. I’m also learning a lot in the bartender world: mixology, flair, drink recipes. And most importantly, this job makes me feel useful and part of a family.
And thanks to this new job — speaking of the domino effect — I managed to make another huge change I deeply wanted: move out of my parents’ house. I now live in the Dolomites; it’s not technically a house, I live in the hotel, I share a room with one of my coworkers, and we all eat together in the canteen every day at a fixed hour. But it’s still independence.
Let’s be clear: I feel a lot of fear. It’s all new to me. Higher-level job, new home, new habits. But I’m so proud of where I am, and I’m grateful for the choices my past self made.
