06/02/2026
I get it.
Before I ever packed a box, changed my address, or spent a night in a city where I knew no one... I was scared too.
Not because I didn’t want the change, because I wanted it so badly. I was scared of leaving what was familiar.
Scared of making the wrong decision.
Scared of disrupting my kids’ lives.
Scared of building a life from scratch.
Eventually I realized, I wasn’t scared of starting over.
I was scared of looking back five years later and wondering what would’ve happened if I had been brave enough to try.
So I took the first step, then another, then another…
Now, when I walk the beach, grab coffee in a St Pete, meet people I never would’ve met, and watch my kids experience opportunities they wouldn’t have had otherwise...
I’m reminded that sometimes the life you’re dreaming about starts with being willing to feel uncomfortable for a little while.
Starting over is scary.
Staying stuck can be scarier.
What’s the biggest thing holding you back from making a change you’ve been thinking about?