You waited.
You worked.
You showed up, even when no one was watching.
You sat through the politics.
You endured the silence.
You accepted taks beyond your paygrade.
You carried the weight that wasn’t always yours.
And now, the door finally opens.
Not with fanfare. Not with confetti.
Just a quiet acknowledgment that you’ve always belonged here.
Because the truth is, the title didn’t make you ready.
The waiting did.
Every late night. Every unseen effort.
Every moment you chose grace instead of bitterness.
They built the version of you that can now carry the title with steadiness, not ego.
You no longer need to prove your worth.
You just need to walk in it.
And when you do, remember the waiting room.
Remember the ones still in it.
Those who stick during tough times.
Those who were with you in the journey to make it lighter, not heavier.
The value adding ones. The loyal ones. Just like you.
Because real leadership isn’t about finally getting in the room.
It’s about leaving the door open for those who come next.