A threshold crossed. A breath. And the energy to begin again, to hold nothing back, and to tell the story of a journey, not one of regrets. What would you do if you weren’t afraid? Where would you go? Who would you be?
I was driving away from an anchor that had gone from sustaining me to very nearly sinking me, and the opportunity to reinvent myself was both thrilling and terrifying. All I knew to do was to keep moving. I see differently when I am in a new place, and there was something I desperately needed to see differently. Myself. My future. My power.