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I was 24 years old when I packed up my life, my daughter, and every ounce of courage I had, and moved to Tennessee with her dad. That drive was more than just miles on the road. It was a leap into the unknown. I didn’t realize it then, but that move would change the entire trajectory of our lives.

And now, here I am again. Years later. Not just emotionally, but physically preparing for another move. Another big shift. Another season of change.

And fear? It’s still sitting right beside me.

Fear doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it’s subtle, a heavy weight in your chest when you’re trying to sleep. A quiet voice asking, “What if this isn’t the right move?” It reminds you of what you’re leaving behind – familiarity, routine, comfort, and all the things that made the last chapter feel safe, even if deep down, you know it’s time for a new one.

The hardest part about change isn’t the packing or the logistics. It’s the unknown. The space between where you are and where you’re going. That gap is where fear likes to camp out.

But then comes the tug. That unshakeable feeling deep in your chest that whispers, There’s more for you. That tug doesn’t always come with instructions or guarantees. It comes with faith. It comes with courage. And it comes with a reminder that comfort can become a cage if we stay in it too long.

So here I am, once again sitting in the life seat of change. Scared? Yes. But ready. Because if I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s that fear will always show up when you’re stepping into something bigger.

The question isn’t whether or not fear will be there. The question is how long will I let it keep me from moving?

And this time, just like before, I’m choosing to go. Not because I’m fearless, but because I know staying stuck isn’t an option.

I’m moving, with fear in the passenger seat and faith behind the wheel.

Here’s to letting go of what’s comfortable and stepping into what’s possible.